the past

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     Zack is the oldest by two minutes from me, while Nagisa is four minutes younger than me though, we are all 17. We have no idea what happened to our parents, but they are either lost, captured by the government, or dead.
    Zack has jet black hair, like our mom; he has light brown narrow eyes also from mom. One of his arms are wrapped because he burned himself from the game. He has red pants for his love of blood and his one jacket that he love which has a lot of blood stains.
    Nagisa has brown hair messy and kind of long too but always in either in a ponytail, bun or just rarely down. He has dark brown eyes that shine in the light but if he gets mad or phyco they turn dual and bland. He wears ripped blue jeans and a shirt with ripped sleeves that says bloodlust which I made for him.
    I have long midnight like black hair with blue tips. I have deep blue eyes like the Atlantic Ocean before our time where it would shine as if it were Dimonds spilled all over earths land. Now it's brown and merky with dead animals, and blood in the water. I wear a black leather jacket ripped black Jean's and a blood red shirt. I always have one fingerless glove on my right hand too.
    Mason has black hair which is a mix of spiky and messy. He has deep green eyes like emeralds he wears pants that have a lot of pockets in them and an army green shirt that says ruthless.
Mason's parents died because they didn't follow the rules of the game so the government executed them in front of Mason- he was only six. our parents took him in when we found him on the side of a road hiding behind trashcans and other noxious bio.
    We've been friends since then, we're the same age and we all get along well together. One day when we were coming home from school we saw people who worked for the government and when we got inside the house our parents weren't there. But that was the past, we've lived through everything but now, our goal is to escape the game we are all trapped in, escape the life we are forced to live.

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