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

deep, snaking down for miles, filled with the dead. It

There's a long crack here. The base

inside got buried deep. But who knows how many are

words, simply trudging forward

bodies becmore numerous as they walked on, apparent victims of the base's disaster. Swere still

blankly at the sky as if pain was

the blue sky, it's been so long since

since I've seen the blue

I can actually see the sky, the trees, the green. I can hear

least a decade, with no plants, strict control, and no permission

looked at the sky with an obsessive fervor that belied

Maja found was in this state. She

What on earth

the man just stared at the sky, entranced. A leaf drifted down, and as he

his eyes. It was as if he was breathing purely on instinct, his soul

get any answers, and they

endless; even though half tress

to sit on.

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

survival.

Nana pointed to a relatively flat spot not

there for the night

on a granola

shelter from the tall grass to provide

bites of