The Nucleus

The Nucleus

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Fiction
Science-fiction
It's been a year since a nuclear war wiped out most of humanity. Now all that is left to the land is lone survivors and gangs who will do unspeakable things now that there is no one to stop them. There is, beneath the bleakness, the slightest hint of hope. Long before the war ended the Government created underground bunkers, outside of the blast range. And although there are no more bombs to be dropped, civilisation has begun in these bunkers. Law and order are underway. But food is always running short and with every day people grow crueler and more violent for resources. One question is on everybody's mind: will this be the end of humanity. Collaborative project by me (Iamaprism) and a good friend of mine (Goingwhere_). The odd number chapters (one, three, five) are written by me, while Goingwhere_ has written the even chapters (two, four, six)
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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