Survival (the 100)

Survival (the 100)

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My name is Annabeth Williams. I am a survivor on the arc. We survived a nuclear apocalypse. My mother and father are both dead. John Murphy is the only one I have left. I've been arrested because of the same reason my parents did. Dealing medicine and medical equipment. I am being sent to the ground on a mission. That mission is to see wether Earth is habitual. I am a survivor and this is my story. My name is John Murphy. I am a survivor on the arc. We survived a nuclear apocalypse. My mother and father are both dead. Annabeth Williams is the only one I have left. I've been helping Annabeth steal and deal the medicine however I hadn't been caught. I have been caught sneaking into one of the offices. I am being sent to the ground on a mission. That mission is to see wether Earth is habitual. I am a survivor and this is my story.
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