Charles sits down on the broken, ripped, velvet red chair and pulls out his binder. The rest of the survivors file in, glum looks crossing their faces. They settle down and Charles stands up,
"Thank you all for being here. I know that times have been rough with all the loss. Today we are going to decide on a way to keep the few left alive. The ideas came up with is separation, extinction and isolation. With separation, we would put one family on each continent, letting them repopulate. For extinction, we would be left to fend for ourselves until our enviable death. And last, isolation. We would put each family in one cell, and each time a child turns 16, they will be sent off to their own pod with a mate to replenish. Place your vote on what you believe would be best for human kind. Separation?" Two people thrust their arms in the air. I duly took note," Extinction?" No hands are raised, " Isolation?" The rest of the company raises their hand. I smile and close my binder.
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Teen FictionThe apocalypse. 90% of the worlds population dies. The survivors don't know if they are immune or just very lucky. A committee is formed in order to decide the worlds fate. They decide to isolate the survivors to replenish the world. That was fifty...
