Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja stumbled backward, feeling the ground tremble beneath her once more. Nana reached out to steady her, her expression

etched with concern.

"It's an aftershock. No telling how long it'll last. From the looks of it, the entire mountain's been decimated. See those broken bricks

over there? Those must be from the research base, just blasted apart by simmense force."

In the face of nature's might, human innovation seemed insignificant.

Maja and Nana stood there for an hour, waiting for the tremors to subside before they began to navigate the rocky path that led

deeper into the chaos.

Among the stones, twisted pieces of modern machinery lay scattered - the remnants of the research base's equipment.

Sweat beaded on Maja's anxious forehead as she thought of Dylan, who was also inside. Her pace quickened, and she nearly

tripped over a jutting rock, almost tumbling down.

Nana caught her, and together they glimpsed the horror below: a mass grave in the crevice, bodies piled upon each other,

distorted beyond recognition.

Maja couldn't hold back any longer, bending over to retch beside a tree.

The dead were unidentifiable, their features twisted, causing a sourness to rise in Maja's stomach. She vomited for a full minute,

her eyes reddening before she rinsed her mouth with bottled water.

Nana, hardened by countless assassinations and her own dark

deep, snaking down for miles, filled with the dead. It was too much to bear, and she supported

crack here. The base must have

not everyone inside got buried

words,

walked on, apparent victims of the

as if pain was an alien concept,

sky, it's been so long since I've seen

years since I've

see the sky, the trees, the green. I can hear water flowing. It must be a dream; I must

decade, with no plants,

the sky with an obsessive fervor that belied their

survivor Maja found was in this state. She and Nana

the base? What on

the sky, entranced. A leaf drifted down, and as

eyes. It was as if he

frowned, realizing she wouldn't get any answers,

even though half tress had been

their view. Weary, Maja found a rock to sit on.

scarce; so far, they could count the barely alive on one hand, and it

survival.

Nana pointed to a relatively

the night

on

tall grass to provide

bites of the