The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones

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2027. A civil war. The second in America’s history. One so painful that it had been given no name. Despite the destruction the world still stood and lived just the same as it had been prior. The pain known to all with breath in their lungs and humanity still left in their hearts. 2037. The war was chosen to be forgotten by all who felt it. Adults hiding their own gruesome stories from their children. Now the past only memories known to all but the unborn. The children, the teens, the ones below the age of 25. After all, why dwell on the past if no oppressive government had risen to power? Why dwell if somehow through all the chaos they still managed to hold on to their American beliefs of freedom and equality? Why dwell on the past when their federal government was still intact, running the way it was still supposed to? But what about the ones who were young when it all took place but still old enough to remember? What about the ones who grew, who remembered but who were convinced that it was all a dream. What about them?
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Everything started in 2036. The pollution was so bad that the end of the world was predicted to be right around the corner. As complete panic set in around the world, the rich and important people were all gathered and placed on giant spaceships with enough resources and room to house generations of human beings. Before they left though, the government leaders fired As a result, most of the human population died off and earth was a complete wasteland. The little that survived started building local communities and trying to survive in the destroyed excuse of a planet. On the disaster of a planet, creatures mutated and were born out of the nuclear chemicals; creating new species and monsters that hunted humans. While hundreds and hundreds of years passed, the monsters kept evolving and the people kept adapting while still trying to keep a sort of community. They didn't want to lose all of their humanity and become nothing more than animals that hunted the monsters: then they would truly be no better than the monsters themselves. So they stayed civil while still doing what it took to survive.

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