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An hour later, Lexi was in her room with the door open. She had changed into a white nightgown. She started wondering if it was a good idea for her to change out of her clothes. What if she needed to run outside to save her life? She stood in the middle of the room. She couldn’t believe her predicament. For the first time in her life, she had plenty of money to do what she wanted and now she was in a life-or-death situation.

In its place, I hear another voice. A memory, raw and unrelenting. My fingers gripping the book he had just shoved into my hands. I had used it to save Wes, my hands trembling as I flipped through the pages, forcing myself to stay focused. And when I got back . . . The blood. My dad, slumped against a tree or rock, just like Bianca is now. His eyes finding mine, filled with something that wasn’t pain, wasn’t fear. Just relief. It was only then, after I had done what he asked, that I realized—

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

He always had plans ahead of Miller. Arrived in the library, Vincent intentionally put Cedric;s wheelchair in certain position. Then, Vincent told Cedric to wait for a bit because Vincent wanted to look for the book on the other area. Last night, Vincent has prepared something like a trap in the library. He has put marking on a book. If he pulled the book, a string will triggered and would lead one bookshelf to lose its balance. The direction of the falling bookshelf would be where Cedric was staying right now.

and asked me to pour in every cent I had saved since graduation—to build a safe haven for all of us. They swore they and my "sister" would contribute everything too. That we would work together as a family and survive the crisis side by side. I believed them. I emptied myself dry—built the strongest bunker and stockpiled enough supplies to last all of us ten years. And they? From start to finish, they didn't contribute a single cent. On the very first day of the apocalypse, while moving the final batch of supplies, I suffered severe heatstroke and nearly collapsed. When I went to the warehouse to get a can of emergency medicine, Denise stopped me.

Honestly, it scared me… “ I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to laugh… It’s just these last 4 days, we didn’t know if we were going to lose you, we thought we’d never find Mrs. Martinez’s body, but eventually we did. We all thought she was sick, and couldn’t make it out of the bed, but she was in the living room right next to the kitchen and the fireplace. You flew back so far and hit your head. I don’t have a lot of medical equipment here and so we all just took turns gathered around you watching over you. Honestly I am glad you brought the medical supplies you did. It has definitely helped you. As far as Mrs. Martinez… She wasn’t so lucky.” Allison POV

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”