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A file, half buried under a stack of documents, its cover marked with a red stamp that read --CLASSIFIED-. I frowned, pulling it free and brushing off the dust. The file was thick, its pages crinkled and worn, but the moment I opened it, I knew I’d found something important. The first page was filled with technical jargon—words like 'biological enhancement,' 'genetic modification,' and 'experimental trials.' My stomach twisted as I flipped through the pages, my heart racing. The more I read, the more it became clear: this hospital hadn’t just been treating patients. It had been conducting experiments. Secret experiments. And then I found the date. The experiments had started just months before The Burning. My hands trembled as I continued to read, my mind racing. The file detailed a project—something called 'Project Genesis' It was vague, filled with scientific terms I didn’t fully understand, but one thing was clear: they had been experimenting with humans. Trying to enhanc
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The crackle of static was the first sound that broke the silence of the night. I fronze, my hand hovering over the small, battered radio, unsure if it was just another burst of interference. But then, through the distortion, a voice cut through—a voice that sounded so alien to me that I almost couldn’t process what I was hearing. '…repeat, this is New Haven. We are accepting survivors. Safe shelter, food, and medical supplies available. Coordinates… twelve degrees north, forty-one degrees west… anyone who can hear this...' I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of cruel trick? I turned the dial, adjusting the frequency, desperate to catch the rest of the message.Deja vu was hitting me like a tone of bricks. '…repeat, this is New Haven. We are accepting survivors. Safe shelter…' The voice faded into static again, but I had heard enough. A settlement. A real, honest-to-god settlement offering safety, supplies, and—most importantly—hope. F
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Midday, we came across the first sign of life we’d seen in days: a small camp of refugees huddled around a makeshift fire. There were about a dozen of them—men, women, and even a couple of kids—looking ragged and worn, their clothes tattered and their faces gaunt with hunger. They looked up as we approached, their eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and desperation. Ben held up a hand in a gesture of peace, and we stopped a few feet away from the group. “We’re just passing through,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We heard about a settlement called New Haven. Do you know anything about it?” The refugees exchanged uneasy glances, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t going to answer. But then an older man stepped forward, his face lined with age and exhaustion. He looked us up and down with weary eyes before speaking. “We came from New Haven,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Or what’s left of it.” My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, ‘what’s left of it’?” The man sig
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The sun was unforgiving. It beat down on us relentlessly, turning the cracked earth beneath our feet into a furnace. Every step felt like wading through sand, slow and exhausting, each breath a struggle as the dry air parched my throat. My injury throbbed with every movement—a sharp, stabbing pain that radiated up my leg and made me grit my teeth to keep from crying out. But I kept going. I had to. We’d been walking for days, the coordinates from the radio transmission our only guide. Ben had argued that we should take a longer route, one that would let us avoid the worst of the wasteland’s dangers, but I had insisted we take the direct path. We didn’t have time to waste. My leg wasn’t going to hold up much longer, and our supplies were almost gone. Every moment we spent out here was another moment closer to death. I glanced over at Sarah, who was trudging along beside me, her expression distant. She was quiet, as she had been for most of the journey. Ever since we’d left the r
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Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. “New Haven… it was supposed to be a safe place. A real community. And for a while, it was. But things changed. People got desperate. Power-hungry. It became less about survival and more about control. The leaders—if you can even call them that—started turning on each other. It turned into a war zone.” I felt the ground shift beneath me, my heart sinking. “Why didn’t you say anything before? Why did you let us come all this way?” “I didn’t know,” Sarah said, her voice cracking. “I didn’t know if it had gotten better, if maybe things had changed. But after hearing what those refugees said… I don’t think it has. I think it’s still the same.” A heavy silence fell over us, the weight of her words pressing down like a stone in my chest. Ben was the first to break the silence. “So, what do we do? Turn back?” I shook my head, the flicker of hope that had been keeping me going now a dull ember. “We can’t turn ba
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The body hung limp in the barbed wire, swaying slightly in the breeze. From this distance, I couldn’t make out the details—whether it was fresh or long-dead—but the sight of it was enough to send a chill crawling up my spine. It was a message, clear as day: Keep out. Ben cursed under his breath, his eyes scanning the fence. “This doesn’t look good.” “No kidding,” I muttered, swallowing hard as I tore my eyes away from the corpse. I felt Sarah shift nervously beside me, but she said nothing, her face pale as she stared at the body in the wire. I couldn’t blame her—it looked like New Haven was worse than we thought. Still, we didn’t have a choice. We were out of options, out of supplies, and running on fumes. We needed whatever was inside that settlement, even if it meant walking into the lion’s den. “We should find another way in,” Ben said, his voice low and tense. “There’s no telling how many people are watching this gate.” I nodded, my heart pounding. “Agreed. Let’s ci
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“ Don’t you dare....” I whispered, my voice shaking. “don’t you dare leave me.....please Ben.” Through the chaos, Sarah appeared at my side, her face pale with fear. “We have to move, Maya! They’re closing in!” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “I’m not leaving him.” Sarah’s eyes darted between me and the approaching raiders, panic written all over her face. “Maya, we don’t have time!” I could hear the raiders now, their voices closer, their footsteps crunching through the dirt. They were almost on us. “I’m not leaving him!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. But before Sarah could respond, a shadow fell over us. I looked up, my heart freezing in my chest. One of the raiders loomed over us, his face hidden behind a mask of twisted metal. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder, but in his hand, he held a wicked-looking machete, its blade glinting in the dying light. “Look what we’ve got here,” he sneered, his voice muffled by the mask. “Two little rats
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I stood over Sarah’s body, the weight of her final words crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Harlan’s inner circle. The same Harlan who had torn the world apart, who had turned everything into this hell. And Sarah....she had been part of it. I wanted to scream, cry, to tear the sky open with my fury. But there was no time for that now. No time for grief, no time for betrayal. Ben was dying. I turned, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I rushed to his side. He was still lying in the dirt, his face pale, his eyes closed. Blood seeped from the wound in his side, pooling beneath him, soaking into the earth. I dropped to my knees, my hands shaking as I pressed them against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. But it was too much. Too fast. I could feel his life slipping away with every second that passed. “Ben,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Ben, stay with me.” His eyes fluttered open, just barely, and he looked up at me, his gaze unfocused. “May....” he rasped, h
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The past will always be there” Eli said, standing up and brushing the dirt from his hands. “But it doesn’t have to own you. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, Maya. Don’t waste it looking back.”That night, as I lay beside Ben in the small room we shared, Eli’s words echoed in my mind. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance in the dim light of the lantern, my thoughts a tangled mess.Ben shifted beside me, his arm brushing against mine. “You okay??” he asked, his voice quiet in the darkness.I turned to face him, my heart heavy but full of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I think I’m starting to be.”He smiled, his hand finding mine under the covers. “Eli’s a smart guy.”I laughed softly. “Yeah he is.”We lay there in silence for a while, the warmth of his hand grounding me, making me feel like maybe, just maybe, things could be okay.“You ever think about the future?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Ben was quiet fo
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I glanced at him, wiping sweat from my brow. “Yeah. It’s peaceful.”He gave a small nod, his focus still on the soil. “Peace is hard to come by these days. Harder to hold onto.”I knew what he was getting at, but I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not yet.Eli didn’t push, but after a few more moments of silence, he added, “You’re still carrying it, you know. The weight of everything that happened before.”I clenched my jaw, my hands pausing in the dirt. “I don’t have a choice.”“There’s always a choice,” Eli said quietly. “The past can burn you if you let it. But the future is what you make of it.”I stared at him, the words sinking in like stones dropped into a still pond. I wanted to argue, to tell him he didn’t understand, that he couldn’t possibly know the kind of guilt I carried. But then I remembered what he had told me that night by the fire—. that he had been part of Project Inferno, that he had helped design the weapon that burned the world.If anyone un
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The mornings at Eli’s farm were quiet, the kind of quiet that felt almost sacred in a world like ours. No distant gunfire, no grim-faced survivors shouting orders, no smoke curling from the ruins of a settlement. just the soft rustle of wind through the crops, the occasional lowing of a cow in the distance, and the steady rhythm of our footsteps as we worked the land. The air smelled of earth and life. It was a stark contrast to the acrid tang of burning metal and ash that had seemed to cling to me for years.Here, the only smells were simple ones: the sweetness of hay, the faint iron tang of soil on my hands, and sometimes the sharp, almost medicinal scent of the herbs Eli kept hanging in the barn. It had been weeks since Ben and I arrived, stumbling through the farm’s weathered gates with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the weight of our pasts. I hadn’t planned to stay. I wasn’t even sure what had driven me to keep walking after the settlement fell apart. The idea of s
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As we ate in the flickering firelight, I couldn't help but marvel at how normal it all felt. Almost like the world hadn't ended, like we were just travelers stopping at a kind stranger's house for the night. But as the evening wore on, I noticed a change in Eli's demeanor. He became quieter, more thoughtful, his gaze lingering on us in a way that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "You two've been through a lot," he said finally, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over us. It wasn't a question. "We've seen our share," Ben replied carefully, his spoon pausing halfway to his mouth. Eli nodded, leaning back in his creaking chair. "I've seen a lot too. More than I'd like, truth be told." He paused, seeming to wrestle with something internal. "I wasn't always a farmer, you know. Before The Burning, I worked for them. The government. I was part of something... something I'm not proud of." My heart stuttered in my chest, and I felt Ben go still beside me. We'd
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As we got closer, the outline of a small farmstead came into view. It was nestled against the edge of a narrow stream— miraculously still running —and surrounded by a patch of what looked like actual crops. Corn, maybe, or something that used to be corn before the world ended. The sight of growing things, of life persisting despite everything, made my throat tight with emotion."Look at that" I whispered, almost afraid to speak too loudly and break whatever spell was keeping this place alive. "Actual plants. Growing. How is this possible??"Ben shot me a cautious look, ever the pragmatist. "Could be a trap. You know how some groups operate. Make something look too good to be true, wait for desperate people to come running.""It could be," I admitted, remembering all too well the stories we'd heard about such things. "But I don't think we have much choice. We need water, and this place looks like it has it. Besides, if it were raiders, they'd probably have worse security. This place
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The wasteland stretched out before us, endless and desolate, a s ea of cracked earth and skeletal trees marking the landscape as a constant reminder of the world we had lost. Despite the harshness of it all, there was something oddly freeing about being out here, away from the settlement and the ghosts of the past that haunted its walls. Out here, it was just Ben and me, two souls trying to carve out something new in the ruins of what had been.Our footsteps crunched against the dry dirt as we walked, the horizon shimmering with heat in the distance. The sun hung high and merciless in the cloudless sky, and the only sound was the wind cutting across the plains, whipping at the tattered edges of our clothes. My muscles screamed with each step, my throat parched and raw, but there was a strange kind of peace in the rhythm of walking. One foot in front of the other. Keep moving. That was the only way to survive in this broken world.I glanced over at Ben, studying his profile as he wa
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He hesitated, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to find the right words. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago.” My stomach tightened. I didn’t like the sound of this. "Ben..." He stopped walking, turning to face me fully, his expression serious. "I knew about Chloe." The air seemed to leave my lungs all at once. "What....?" "I knew about her involvement in The Burning." he said, his voice steady but heavy with regret. "I....I knew before we ever got to the settlement. Before we ever found those documents." I stared at him, my mind racing. "You knew? ...how?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s a long story, but... back when we were with that other group, before we got separated, I came across some intel. I didn’t understand all of it at the time, but Chloe’s name was there, tied to Project Inferno. I didn’t know the full extent of her involvement, but I knew enough to realize she wasn’t just some random survi
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I packed the last of my things into a worn canvas bag. The light was soft, almost golden, but it felt like a lie. There was nothing soft about the world we lived in now. Nothing golden about the reality we faced.I tightened the strap on my bag, my hands trembling slightly. It wasn't the weight of the bag that made me shake. It was the weight of the decision I'd made. After everything— after uncovering the truth about The Burning, after confronting Wells, after the chaos of the past few weeks— I was leaving.I couldn't stay here anymore. The settlement wasn't my home; it never had been. I had only stayed because I thought I could help. Thought I could make things right. But the more I tried, the more I realized that the answers I was searching for weren't here. They were out there, somewhere beyond the borders of this broken place.Ben was waiting for me by the gate, his silhouette dark against the pale sky. He had packed light, just like me. Neither of us had much to take. The wo
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Wells' jaw tightened. “We weren’t going to let the government cover it up. My unit was sent to investigate, yes, but we weren’t loyal to the people who caused this. We wanted to expose them. To bring the truth to light.” I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the small room. “The truth? You think exposing the truth is going to fix any of this? It’ll destroy what little we have left. People will lose whatever faith they have in rebuilding. Civilization will collapse all over again.” Wells didn’t flinch. “People deserve to know the truth, Maya. They deserve to know what was done to them.” I shook my head, the anger giving way to exhaustion. “And what happens when they find out? What happens when they realize that their own government burned them alive, that Chloe —someone they trusted —was part of it? What do you think that’ll do to them? To us?” Wells stepped closer, her voice calm but insistent. “It’s not about what it’ll do to us. It’s about justice. About holding the people res
