|Rebels|Book One|The Rebel Trilogy|

|Rebels|Book One|The Rebel Trilogy|

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Imagine a world where it only rains once every 29 years, and each time it does, it lasts all year, that's my world. Beyond the central city which did look better many years ago, before the gory destruction of the nuclear war that took place 2025, it is believed that rain doesn't come down, because of the radiation in the air, otherwise black rain would fill our bodies, melting our skin, when the big rain does come again, we need to be prepared. One Question, you ask "How do we Survive?", our DNA evolved to fight radiation. Our leaders aren't leaders that we can trust, only some are just that, trustable. It is currently 2106, our world is corrupt by our government, luckily 16 superhuman-like people defy the government, their called the rebels, they are undercover on a mission to make sure the government doesn't kill us all. And I'm one of them...
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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