Why are they chasing me? It doesn't make sense. I haven't killed anyone, at least not recently. I didn't steal anything, again not recently anyway. They aren't even mutated, Lost, or otherwise. They're just normal survivors. I don't need any more blood on my hands, Mira Jane is going to be pissed if I come back wearing someone else's blood again... But I swear to God, if I hear one more bullet, arrow, or vulgar slur whiz by my ear... Okay. That's it!
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After the Sky Bled
Teen FictionWW3 took it's toll. Follow the story from the point of view of a young man in desperate times, taking what one could very well call desperate measures.
