I woke up, gasping for air, clawing at my throat before realizing my gas mask was on the floor. I clawed at it and found myself able to grab it as I put it on my face, finally able to breathe. My german shepard who I found rhe other day came running toward me. I barely remembered my first name, and I forgot my last name.
My name is Háfthor.
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The Age Of The Apocalypse
Science FictionThe world in ruins. Anyone 21 and above dead. Children below the age 10 turning into zombie like creatures. The one question they all have in mind. Why is this happening. Quick author's note. This story is not for rhe faint of heart. It involves chi...
