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There Are No Survivors

A Wasteland of Dreams

By Kayla ManeenPublished about a year ago 1 min read
There Are No Survivors
Photo by Catalin Pop on Unsplash

There are no survivors.

The words, unspoken by anyone but ringing true in my heart, throbbed through me as I limped my way through the wreckage.

There are no survivors.

Warm blood matted my hair; the burning metal stench of the wreckage assaulted my nose. I didn’t look too closely at the twisted wasteland of carnage around me.

There was a tinny ringing in my ears, a numbness in my chest.


For a single heartbeat, the sound didn’t register.

And then I pivoted and saw an ash-covered, trembling gray body struggle out of the rubble.

My knees gave way.

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About the Creator

Kayla Maneen

Truthseeker. Storyteller. Heroine of my own adventure. I’m a study of contrasts—an ouroboros eating her own darkness to spit out the light. Pain and hope exist within us, reflected in our stories. Read a few that I’ve created for you.

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