Chapter-102. The Last Survivor

[Xanthea]

'We'll make it..."

Words stabbed out of Ezra's dry throat.

'We'll make it...'

His legs buckled under the unbearable weight of exhaustion and starvation, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to fall.

'We're almost there...'

His every step was a cruel punishment, as he pushed through the pain, punishing himself for his own weakness, but determined to keep going no matter the cost.

'We'll make it. Stay with me, Ellery. A little longer. A little further.'

His voice cracked, as hope and desperation bled into every word.

He had chanted the same words like prayers over a thousand times during their ten-day journey through a hell called hope.

And when they finally reached the gate, it was just the two of them - the last survivors. Everyone else had fallen.

Ezra collapsed against the gate, his breath ragged and uneven. With trembling hands, he gently eased Ellery to the ground, her back resting against the cold wall. Impatience surged through him when minutes passed, but the gate didn't open. 'We made it! We're here!' Ezra's fist slammed against the gate. 'Let us out! Open the gate!'

Ellery just stared at Ezra, her hollow eyes brimming with tears, silently begging him to stop.

'The gate... will open for... the last survivor...' Ellery mumbled, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Panic sank its claws into Ezra's dying hope, tearing it apart, but the gate didn't budge. He turned, frantic, searching for the hidden cameras, the eyes that monitored them.

'J-just take her out! I'll stay here. Help her. Please! I'm begging you...' he cried, his voice breaking as he got to his knees. Tears streaked his grime-covered face. Ellery weakly shook her head.

'Don't kneel... don't beg...' Ellery reached out to him as tears streamed down her hollow cheeks.

Scrubbing his tears away with the back of his hand, Ezra took Ellery's frail hand in his, his fingers shivering as they closed around hers.

'I'm sorry... Ezra... I-I...' Ellery took in laboured breaths.

'Don't talk. Save your energy-'

'I w-w-won't make it-'

'You will...' Ezra shook his head, refusing to accept the truth, his grip tightening around her hand as she caressed the dirt off his cheeks. 'Listen to me for once...' she smiled faintly through her tears, her chin quivering. 'You are our last hope.'

'No-'

'Live a long life, Ezra-' 'No-'

'Live for me...' Ellery struggled to breathe. 'Live for all of us... for e-everyone who couldn't make it. Ok? P-promise me... you'll live. Live a long happy life...'

for one last time as if Ezra

dimmed in them. It was as if she had stayed alive just to say those last

the gate with brutal, wild force. His fists met the concrete with relentless fury, each punch shattering his own bones, blood splattering from his fingers and knuckles

a creature trying to break out of my ribcage. It was a pain I had never known, and now that I did, I couldn't endure it. Blood smeared down

up and I'll forgive you... don't you fucking abandon

world imploded into a

soft voice, as though the name itself would

carried her lifeless body on his back. At that moment, her weight seemed both impossibly

voice distant, broken. 'You heard

shook my head,

do this to yourself, Ezra... please... stop... just stop now..."

breath and spoke in

until her body started to decompose and rot on his

be my last. I shut my eyes, desperate to block out

It

at Ezra's eyes peering at Ellery's dead body with eyes more dead. An

the clouds of memories, as though I

I could, Asher's hand gripped

Three words exploded in my mind with

enough to reason anything. My mind couldn't process the past from the present.

embrace. I clenched his overcoat, my ears ringing from the deafening impact of my

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memories that followed. I

I didn't see my mother frantically looking around at the data

see her try everything she could to suppress whatever

home to the

me to see,

comfort in all the turmoil inside me, but I no longer knew if they were to hide me from the painful memories

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ruins. The walls were shattered; the ground scorched black like

walking amidst the raining embers. Flames of disasters consumed

Deimos and Raven, who were standing on the ruined grounds at

Go, prove that you can create history just like my healers. Prove your worth. Go, bring Ezra home.' Deimos urged Raven to enter the flames that burnt everyone

was constantly spreading, faster than

troops diving in the fire to stop Ezra

around Ezra like looming shadows, dancing with the flames that boiled the

subject's DNA is mutating at

is breaking

wait! It's rearranging,

healers read out the

saw

body is showing a power surge. The

within the walls is

energy is assembling into the

researchers yelled above the

too weak to

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