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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time is running out it seems. But what if it already did, many years ago? But the clock tower still chimes so it must still carry on. But when the last chime of the clock tower sounds, will the human race rise, or will it plummet into a raging chaos? Or maybe it already did. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Let's see. [completed] { highest ranking- #647 in short story on 13/11/17 } ©2017 -autumnwinds
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It's been years since the collapse. Countless lives lost, history, and cultures forgotten to the horrors we live today. As it stands now, only a fraction of the settlements survived since the start of the war against the monsters described outside the wall that protects us. The only way to move around the world is by air. The seas became deadly with mutated wildlife and the ground too dangerous because of the monsters that roam our once great cities. Now its time to make a change join the Atlas and find a way to aid humanity and Stand againts anything that might threaten us and find a way to live with a new speacies. (I DO NOT OWN ANY ART/PICTURES THAT MAY BE USED IN THIS STORY)

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