It had been 563 days since the bomb hit us and I still barely remembered what happened. All I remember is the sounds. The alarms, the commotion, and the screams. All hell broke loose that fateful night and I still wonder to this day how I've survived. I recall a time where breaths weren't heavy, where a sound wasn't a death wish, and where life was liveable. Though, no matter how hard you wished your old life would return, it never did. There was never going to be your so-called old life again. Survivors had to trailblaze a new path, a new lifestyle and a new world. Dwelling on the past did no good. Dwellers died easily and quickly. They were the first to go. The ones still surviving today were the ones who accepted the idea that life would never return to what it was. I was one of those people.
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Desolate
Science FictionAfter the United States gets hit with a nuclear bomb, everyone attempts to live normally in an extremely desolate world. When Carter discovers a secret close to home, he and his ally's must stop destruction before time runs out.
