The Shunned
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  • Reads 479
  • Votes 65
  • Parts 9
  • Time 56m
Ongoing, First published Mar 17, 2018
Mature
Ever wondered what a post apocalyptic world would look like if there wasn't any technology? 
If there wasn't even guns or cars or even cigar lighters? 
What if all black people were super soldiers? And all the technology was left in the hands of people that couldn't afford to give it to them? 
What if society had fallen and crumbled? 
What if the two races were finally at war, and through no fault of their own? 
What if the odds were stacked in the favor of blacks and civilization was now nothing more than a mockery? 

Welcome to Tristan's world.

A boy is born into a world that hasn't always been like this, and the only he can catch a glimpse of the life he wants are at stories around a fire. Here, going to the movies are a wonder, the closest thing to a date is going to hunt for food together and every race is locked in silent conflict that years of hate have done nothing to remedy.
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