Forgotten
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Last published Sat, Jun 25, 2016
"They came here...they invaded OUR lands, abducted OUR people, and destroyed OUR world. They killed everyone, and those they didn't kill they turned into cannibals, monsters infected with a virus that those THINGS brought here. They call themselves "Demins," and they killed everyone that I loved. My name is Terrance, and I am devoted to killing every single one of those godforsaken aliens."
It's been a year since the aliens came to planet earth. A year since the world ended. A year since life became practically meaningless to sixteen year old Ryan Terrance Wicket. After the aliens killed everyone he cared about they seemed to leave him for dead. It might be a good thing that Ryan is forgotten, and he is content with being alone. He had forgotten how to feel, how to care about anything except one thing: killing the bastard who murdered his family. The only thing he still cares about is his loyal dog, Pago. Emotions forgotten to his empty heart and soul. Perhaps someone unexpected can recall those things to his mind and make him feel love again.
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