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They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

I needed them both alive. I sat back on my heels, wiping my bloody hands on my jeans. “This…” I gestured between them “…isn’t about trust, it’s about survival. We don’t have the luxury of tearing each other apart while Vivienne hunts us. You want to fight?” My voice cracked, louder than I meant. “Fight her not each other.” The silence that followed was brittle, but no one broke it. Noah’s chest rose and fell, his fury simmering under his skin, but he didn’t argue.

It was the first concrete thing this had taken, the first piece of my actual life already gone, and it sat in my chest with a weight I wasn’t going to examine right now in this room with my dads on either side of me. “Write down the others when they come,” she said, a little softer. “Bring the list next time.” Walking back out through the seventh-floor hallway, past the nurses’ station, past a kid my age sitting with his mom in one of the chairs, I kept my eyes forward and thought: I walked in here forty minutes ago and my life is not the same as it was. I don’t know how to do that and still keep moving. But I am. Moving. Dad held the elevator.

New. Exactly what we needed. What we've always needed. A reason to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep living. For her. For all of them. For each other. However long it takes. Whatever it costs. We'll survive. Because that's what we do.

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

- I say tired. - Loneliness is too heavy a burden for anyone to carry alone - Tell me and I don't understand - I see it in your eyes, they show me many things - she stares at me - What do you have to lose? - He holds out his hand again and this time I take it but still hesitant. - Fighting is not the only way to survive, girl - Says as we walked through the trees. "Fight to survive, seventh. Fight"

“Listen to me. this attack will not be the last. there are powerful people who do not want this camp to exist. They will try again.” The crowd stiffened. “But we will be ready.” My voice came out rough, scraped raw by smoke and emotion. “No one said this would be easy. Change threatens those who profit from suffering. Helping you threatens them.” I pause, fighting the burn behind my eyes. “But I will not abandon you.”

"Maybe four. Not long. Not enough time to prepare adequately. Not enough time to find the perfect solution. Not enough time to create a miracle. We have days. Only days. Then they arrive. Then they attack. Then we fight or die. Those are the only options. Fight or die. Resist or be erased. Stand or cease. We must choose. Must decide. Must commit. Do we fight? Do we resist? Do we stand against hundreds of nothing-fragments determined to erase us? Or do we surrender? Do we accept erasure? Do we let them win? What do we choose?" "We fight," Spring said immediately. "Of course, we fight. We always fight. We never surrender. We never accept erasure. We never let anything win. We fight. Always fig

The slump in this shoulders and the slow steps Landon took did not go unnoticed by Levi, who was watching him intently. “I’m sorry, Levi,” Landon started as soon as he was in touching distance. “They haven’t found any survivors yet.” Levi felt something die inside him. His mate was… dead? “No!” Levi shouted, shooting up from the stretcher. “She survived! She was on the second floor, about 100 yards from the stairs. She has blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She is the strongest person I know. She has to be alive!” He shouted, getting right in his brother’s face.

For family that kept surviving impossible things. "We're remarkable," she said. Raising glass. "We're impossible. We're family that survives everything. Dimensional threats. Consciousness prisons. Exploitation. Cancer. All of it. We survive. We adapt. We grow. We become. That's who we are. That's what we do. That's what we'll always do." "To survival," everyone said. "To family," I added. "To love," Reaper finished. We drank. We celebrated. We lived.