It first happened before this new generation, when the world went to Hell. Our parents had to survive in this world and now we do too. Some tried to build society, but another would just bring it down, some tried to find a cure and failed, some tried to build walls but they would fall from the inside out. Now its our turn to face the failure our parents had. The question is; is who will really fail? Us? or them? Now I bet you're wondering who I am? Or what I am? I am 101, well that's my lab number at least. My dad with the help of Fort Bragg was able to maintain a very small building. They turned it into a lab, and remember when I said there was no known cure- well I am the cure. It's useless though hundreds of tests and my near death. I'm counting about 20 of those situations and still no closer to the cure. I don't know call me selfish if you want, but I want out. I figured a way out and I'm getting out.
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A Dead World
AdventureThis is a reboot. I have a new laptop, and also realize I can do much better than the previous "work". So without further ado I shall continue. "What happened...?" "When did the world go to shit...?" Our world was made up of the dead. Bandits, loote...
