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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.”

And tomorrow, she would wake up and keep fighting. Because that was what survivors did.

"We cannot fight them. Cannot stop them. Cannot defeat them. Not with force. Not with violence. Not with strength. They are anti-existence. Fighting them with existence only makes them stronger. Resisting them with life only feeds their hunger. Opposing them with love only increases their hatred. We cannot fight them. Fighting is what they want. Fighting is what they need. Fighting is what empowers them." "Then what do we do?" River asked desperately. "How do we survive? How do we protect everyone? How do we save the community? There must be something. Some way. Some answer. We cannot just surrender. Cannot just accept destruction. Cannot just let them erase everything we built. There must b

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.

“But you have to survive this. You have to fight. For her. Knox, please, for Elara…” Knox slowly stood, swaying slightly. He raised his fists again. And the nightmare continued.