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“I’m lost Zombie.”

“I’ll find you.”

“I can’t move.”

“I’ll carry you.”


“You found me,” she says.

I kneel beside her. I take her hand. “I found you”.

“My back is broken,” she says. “I can’t walk.”

I slide my arms beneath her. “I’ll carry you.”


- “The Last Star”, Rick Yancey, p.189//p.322

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moodboard: marika “ringer” kumira → the 5th wave by rick yancey

“Well, what do you know?” Ben said. He looked over at me, and his smile was so genuine– no calculation, no vanity, desiring nothing but expressing everything– that I couldn’t help myself and really didn’t want to. 

I smiled.