Wicked is good: The Death cure

Chapter 1

I always had a good instinct. Even if it took me a little while to figure out what it was telling me, I always had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, telling me when something was wrong.

I've had this for a lot of my life. Mostly because I was born into a world destroyed by a deadly virus. I had to fend for myself and learn to trust my own judgments.

My journey has been a long, tedious one. Discovering who my loyalty lies with, deciding who I should really trust, but it isn't over yet.

I've lost so many people in my life. Some to madness and the soul- sucking illness. Some to a society who claim they are trying to help when they're really only helping themselves. Some to myself. But I can't fall to the ground and shed tears, waiting for them to come back because it isn't going to happen. They're gone. And they aren't coming back. One thing that is certain, is those people I've lost, would want me to continue my journey.

But I haven't lost everyone. I still have my friends with me and my lover, who will fight by my side until we are sheltered in the safe haven. They are my family, and the only people I can truly trust in this fading world.

I have been betrayed, manipulated, and beaten down to a pulp, but I won't stop at nothing until I see wicked crumble.

However, there is only one enemy for me now. Not wicked, not cranks, not the scorch or the dying world we live on, but time.

Because I'm not immune.

I have recently contracted the virus which is right now, in this very moment, pulsating through my veins and draining the life out of me. Fortunately for me, I have a strong immune system, so the virus will take it's time killing me, but it will eventually, until I'm nothing but an insane crank. Humanityless.

And before it does, I'm making sure that wicked pays for everything they've done.

But time is ticking.

So if you're reading this, you're about to hear a story, and this is just the beginning.

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