Pristine white walls surround me, caging me in. The government has me now, they treat me as a beast. My family, all of them, we're killed. They didn't want anyone else like me. But I knew something, a secret, that no one else knows, "There are more, people like you, who will survive." Those were the last words of the scientists that were informed about the Survilen Project. My wife and children were killed as well, except for one, she's like me, a survilen. An old song plays around me, I think it's called 'Footloose' or something like that.
This is odd, why did it have to be me the scientists choose to ruin the life of?
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At World's Beginning (Biggest WIP)
Fiksi IlmiahA close to death encounter leads to a beyond life adventure. A story about a post-apocalyptic world in which one man destined to spend the remainder of eternity isolated in the most open area, the entirety of Earth. Though his journey is tough, he m...
