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"Just thinking about the odds," Peter said, not looking up. "We’ve outlasted the cities. We’ve outlasted the first few winters. But the walls are getting thinner, Nora."

Both were on their feet in a second. Peter gripped the hatchet, the weight familiar and cold. Nora leveled her crossbow. They didn't exchange words; they didn't need to. In this world, love wasn't poetry or flowers. Love was a sharpened blade and a steady hand. Love was making sure the person standing next to you kept breathing for one more sunset. Sarah Lyons Fleming Until The End Of The Worl...

It had been three years since the Collapse—since the "Hungry" had turned the bustling streets of New York into a graveyard. He often thought of Cassie and the others, wondering if they were still hunkered down in their fortified sanctuary or if the world had finally caught up to them, too. "You’re brooding again," a voice called from the doorway. "Just thinking about the odds," Peter said, not looking up