They were going to kill me.
All because I had to protect some stupid vial. Why did I even agree to it? I was told it could cost my family's lives, and possibly mine. And now it did. I had no idea where the other three Protectors were, much less if they were alive, or if they even still had the vial.
But none of that would matter in a few hours.
They gave me a journal to write my story down, and told me it could save my life. It's not like they were going to cancel my death sentence. It was still going to happen no matter what I say or do. If I do tell them, then the mission would have been pointless. But, someone should know my story.
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Project DNA
ActionThere's a vial of DNA that holds the cure for every know disease in the world. The rebel cause has had possession of it for years, but the government had found out and it's up to four teenagers to keep the vial safe.
