Prolouge

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Glass explodes around me. Screams ring through the air. Crashes are heard throughout the building. I cower under my desk, letting everyone fend for themselves. These are dark times. People can't be trusted. A shadow is seen in the side of my vision. I hunker back and peek over. I see the only one I can trust.

"Help me." I whisper out to him. He looks over at the noise and runs over. He checks me for injury but doesn't see anything. He embraces me until a moan is heard. I fearfully look over his shoulder and see the unmistakable limping attacker. I almost scream until he covers my mouth.

One thing is for certain in these dark times: The apocalypse has begun.

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