Maze Madness

Maze Madness

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Three years have passed and it seems that everything has gone back to normal, well almost. We had only got the cure last year. For a full year we had been searching for some kind of science lab, but we weren't able to find anything. We went west about god knows how many miles and were able to find someplace called Diversified Service. I've never heard of the name before, but I knew that it was a scientific field. When we all gave the cure to the frightened man that tried to kill us, he made sure there was plenty of it. After giving it to hundreds of people, there was no way we were going back to our original towns. We were living in an abandoned mansion that was just about 3 blocks down the road and into a hidden path beside the woods. When we were there there was a small girl, her name was Ellenor Tucker she told us that she was eight years old and lived with her much older brother, Zach.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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