Prologue

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The last person who gave their life for the cold ruined everything. Chaos broke out everywhere. Friends turned on friends, enemies pushed each other even further away. The gaurds lost all communication to anyone outside the wall. No one was safe. Those in the cold got lost, never to be found. The government starting calling them zombies, because they supposedly died when we closed the gates. No one was to leave without a companion. The cold was sealed off forever. Until today. We got a new leader a month ago. He wants to open the gates and send 500 kids aged 5-25. No matter all the protests, no matter how many people say they don't want to do it, we are still going to. I got chosen. I am one of the 500.

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