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.

and her own dark deeds, felt a twist in her gut

snaking down for miles, filled with the dead. It was too much to

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

means not everyone inside got buried deep. But who knows how many are still

was at a loss for words, simply trudging forward in

they walked on, apparent victims of

the sky as if pain was

blue sky, it's been

been years since I've seen

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

underground for at least a decade, with no plants, strict control,

at the sky with an obsessive fervor that belied

survivor Maja found was in this state. She and Nana

What on

man just stared at the

filled his eyes. It was as if he was breathing

get any answers,

though half tress had been devastated, there were

to

the barely alive on one hand, and it

survival.

Nana pointed to a relatively flat spot not too far

night and

nibbling on a

shelter from the tall grass to provide sprotection from the wind.

few bites of