Alexandra

Prolouge

The world is practically gone.

I'm the only sane one left. Everyone is either in captivity or brainwashed as far as I know. Forced into doing their bidding and being tricked into thinking that we live in a utopia. People still might be in hiding, but they wouldn't have lasted a day. They were probably massacred or captured. Serves them right. If they're dumb enough to get captured or brainwashed into believing their crap as easily as a fly in a spiderweb, they don't deserve to live in their world. My world. People who are weak are not survivors. They're bait, fresh meat waiting to be eaten. But as far as I know, there's no one who hasn't been brainwashed except me. I've known this for some time. At first I tried to believe that it wasn't true. Hoping, praying, that I wasn't the only one. That I wasn't the only one who saw through their lies. But I gave hope up a long time ago, along with the idea that the world could be the same again. I frankly have no idea how I slipped under their radar. Sometimes I thank God for that. But other times... I don't know. Whenever I think about why I lay undetected, I ask why would the world leave me alone. Why God, knowing that every night, I have no one that can tuck me in at night, or make me breakfast, no one that I can talk to or would want to protect with all my heart, would leave me in this cold and dark hell, waiting to die. I can't tell my friends about it, they're just as hypnotized by the mind games as everyone else. And it's not like I could make a tell- all book. First of all, sharing my deepest secrets about saving the world... BIG NO-NO. And second... what the hell do I look like, Perez Hilton? I don't go searching for information, just to post it on the world wide freakin' WEB.

I used to believe in that crap, all that stuff about God loving you, always watching over you. But if he loved me so much, why the hell did he leave me, and more importantly, the entire freaking Earth, sending us into a deadly apocalypse. And, no. That last thing wasn't a question. God left us. Left the world. But just because he gave up hope doesn't mean that I have to.

But I'm over it. I'm used to being the last one left. There's only one thing that keeps me from giving in when I wake up every day, although I know that death for me could be a second away- you know, with the whole world on my ass, trying their hardest to annihilate me. Because I know that when I get up from bed every morning, get dressed, and longingly stare out the window hoping for another life, that that could never happen. Because I'm the only hope for freeing the world from this fiery hell.

My name is Alex.

And this is my story of survival.

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Author's Note- Was that a good prolouge guys? I know that it's really short but I promise that the other chapters will hopefully be longer. I just gotta get my head in the game (SHOUTOUT TO HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!!!!!!!!!!)

But all jokes aside, I want this book to be an awesome start for me as a writer. So please, leave a comment so I can know how to make it better.

This part and the next is gonna be a "teaser" of some sorts. I'm just gonna put this out there at first and see how popular it is so I can know if I should continue with it. Hopefully you guys love it, or at least tolerate it enough to keep on readin'

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Live long and prosper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!