Scarrow - Initial Draft

Scarrow - Initial Draft

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"Alien life, once thought to be an imagination created within the stars, now a socially common and accepted ethnic and cultural compliance. When the world came falling down and we all stood in awe of the ashes falling from the skies, our Gods of gold and silver crashing down, and our societies being blown away by mediocrity -- what then? What can you do, when your world falls apart..." - Brian Clark Copyright © 2013 - 2014 Anthony D. Bye & Blake A. LeMaster All rights reserved. COPYRIGHT: This story and all of it's content (Titles, characters, prologues/epilogues, chapters, etc.) and all associated content (Fan fictions, fan art, teasers, blog and social network content, eReaders, etc.) is COPYRIGHTED. All rights are reserved by the owner and creator of this work (Anthony D. Bye). Any unauthorized reproduction, selling, distribution of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. Copyright infringement punishments include, but are not limited to a fine of up to $150,000 and a possible 4 years in jail.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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