One Chance

One Chance

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Some people will go to extraordinary lengths for money and power. For greed. But there's always an immovable line no one should venture past. So when a company decides to gamble with nature, there's bound to be consequences. The serum was invented, and its purpose was fulfilled. It had altered life, but the end result was far from expected. Humans had been replaced by monsters. Now, mutants overrun the earth. Twisted shells of never ending hunger where there had been men, women, children - bright live lost too soon. It was almost impossible to remember a past before this hell. Or see a future free from this. Among the survivors are Eliza and Brandon, ex police officers who, through skills and sheer luck, have fought and lived and, through circumstances, have been brought together. They were soldiers fighting on the same side of the war. Finally, a chance of escape had appeared, in the form of a radio message. They were so close. Only a stretch of road separated them from safety. But in a world like this, nothing ever quite follows expectations.
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FAKE

PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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