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"The walls are fine," she snapped, though there was no heat in it. She sat beside him, the physical proximity a rare comfort. "We have the garden. We have the perimeter wire. We’re still here."

The sky over the Blue Ridge Mountains wasn't blue anymore; it was the color of a bruised plum, choked with the smoke of a world that had finally stopped spinning. Sarah Lyons Fleming Until The End Of The Worl...

It had been three years since the Collapse—since the "Hungry" had turned the bustling streets of New York into a graveyard. He often thought of Cassie and the others, wondering if they were still hunkered down in their fortified sanctuary or if the world had finally caught up to them, too. "You’re brooding again," a voice called from the doorway. "The walls are fine," she snapped, though there

Down the hill, the perimeter bells jingled—a soft, frantic tinny sound. We have the perimeter wire