Prolouge

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Trees burned up, rivers dried, population was coming to an end.
It was getting hard to stay alive at this point.

The virus had spread and Tristan and Bree were the only ones left, only them and the government, who were looking for them, day and night.

Millions of people stand in fear as the government falls from the sky, guns aimed at innocent children and their parents.
Cries echo into the darkness as they hunt down everyone, spreading the virus, they call it, the flare.

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