My name is Josiah S. That's about all I know. I am a victim of a bombing in New York City. Being in a place all alone is scary. When you wake up in the Big apple when you live in Florida and all you remember is that your friends and family are gone and your name you go crazy. I thought my life was over. When I stood up I felt a weight in my pocket. I took out a piece of paper and it said "Find friends and gather info. Your family is" and the paper was ripped there. "Are you serious!" I said. My voice was like a new piece of the puzzle. It was weird. I decide to sit and try to remember my past. My first friend was a kid named Nick. I herd a voice and it said "He's at the speedway on top of the blue super car.". "Who are you!" I screamed. "I am a person in your head." Said the voice. I replied "what is your name". "I don't have one." I thought of a Name. "Jack is perfect!" Jack said. And off we were. On a extremely stupid journey.
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Apocalypse: in the end
NonfiksiWhat do you get when you take YouTube and add an apocalypse with fans of the youtubers. This book! Duh