here in dystopia god has left us. we are alone in this world with no one to save or protect us besides ourselves. WE are god here.
ever sense the accident no one shows joy. it was once a beautiful place known as America. magic radiated of every surface and everyone could be somebody; unless you were black, Mexican, disabled, autistic, idiotic, imperfect, stupid, uneducated, scarred, deformed, retarded and much more deemed unworthy by the masses.
Dystopia takes that segregation and changes it.
everyone here doesn't give a damn about race, religion, color, IQ. all the care about is what you have to offer. but every world has its segregation; and ours is AGE. the younger you are the more worthless you are. in this world run by gangs the young ones are slaves, meant to do the biding of their sectors master. i refuse to be a puppet.
i will be a master.
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Season 4 of The Virus Within
Trinity is familiar with zombies, being one herself, but when strange zombies start appearing, she realizes that the world she knew might be changing yet again.
When a dangerous set of scientific notes are discovered, Trinity and her friends don't realize anything is wrong until a frantic radio call comes in. Unaware of the notes, they race to the south and struggle to determine where the strange zombies came from. The zombies are unlike any ranks previously seen, and they aren't as predictable. Some have new tricks hidden up sleeves, forcing any Stronghold they encounter to quickly adapt to the new challenge or risk being overrun. Secrets never remain hidden, and zombie apocalypses never make life easy.