A shadow of black shrouded the building in darkness. It was an old shopping complex that had given way to the elements. But the exterior was nothing compared to the horror that lay inside. This wasteland was where a power hungry group of kids resided. They where led by a kid named Charlie, who was insane in every meaning of the word. He had shot his parents literally seconds before the plague struck. Now he stood in front of the entire group. "Well," Charlie began, his high-pitched voice echoing through the abandoned halls. "I have some good news. First, it's now the three week anniversary of the world being 'cleansed.' Second, today..." he paused. "It's Thursday so..." Charlie pulled out his Walther PPK, twirling it in the air. The entire room felt tense. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and one of the crowd members dropped to the ground. "Now," Charlie continued. "Let's go."
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Little Kids, Little Chance.
AdventureA huge plague has taken over the world. Killing anybody over the age of 15. The world has turned into either Hell, Heaven, or a graveyard. These are their story's.
