February 21st, 4343,
The disease spread so quickly. It seemed like the faster it spread, the slower I got. No one bothered to find a cure for everyone. It's like they all stopped caring. Those "things", as They call them, with the disease, are friends, family, co-workers, or some one you knew. Everyone just forgot about them. Like they were never parts of our lives. How could They just forget? I remember everyone. Anyone who was close to me is long gone.
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RandomAlice is 19. Her world has been divided. Everything she knew about life changed. Alice has no one left. She has done nothing and is now wanted. She is on the run, but They are searching for her. And They always win...
