Fallout
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Ongoing, First published Oct 02, 2017
❝I don't care what you do, just run.❞

                                                      ∞

 The world wasn't like this all the time. Once it was beautiful, like nothing bad ever happened. But once each country turned on each other, absolute chaos arose. A nuclear war sent everyone underground and if you weren't quick enough, you were dead in a matter of minutes. 

 The world was taken over by the Third Eye, an organization who told everyone they were trying to 'protect' them. 

 Eden Merlyn had something different to say about that. She was once part of their organization until after the war. She ran off and never wanted to return. For god knows what would happen if she did.

 Zella was a loner. She wasn't part of the Third Eye or the forming group of rebels named the Defiance. It was only her and her dog Minho. Her parents were both gone, her mother dying in the nuclear war and her father gone missing a few years after she was born. 

 The two girls were trying to survive out in the dangerous world outside before they join the Defiance. Once they meet each other, things really begin to change. 

 || Jaliye, 2017 ||
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