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.

her own dark deeds,

for miles, filled with the dead. It was too much to bear, and she supported Maja's

should keep moving. There's a long crack here. The base must have been

inside got buried deep.

for words, simply

apparent victims of the base's disaster.

at the sky as if pain was an

been so long since

been years since I've

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

least a decade, with

the sky with an obsessive fervor that belied

first survivor Maja found was in

the base? What

how much Maja questioned, the man just stared at the sky,

as if he was breathing purely on instinct, his soul long

she wouldn't get any answers,

half tress had

found a rock to

could count the barely alive on one hand, and it felt more like death's brief respite

survival.

staying put becincreasingly dangerous. Nana pointed to a relatively

the night and continue

nibbling on a granola

shelter from the tall grass to provide sprotection from the wind. After setting up, she

few bites of the rest