The Wasteland (Prologue)

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TW: violence
(Everything is just fiction!)

Soon enough, the school will become a museum. Then, a Wasteland. Then the forest will take it back from us, conquering whatever ruins are left. But before something becomes a memory, it has to be a nightmare.
What im about to tell you, you must keep a secret. I promise you, we were not villians. Beleive me, or atleast try to, because this secret cannot be revealed. It is a matter of life and death.
I cannot assure you, not myself, that by the end of this story, you will by any means want to safe me or my friends, but you must.
-Connor

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