Light in an Apoctolyptic World

Light in an Apoctolyptic World

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Years after a nuclear war that broke out between almost every continent, the world lay a barren wasteland. Zombie like creatures were made out of humans affected by radiation and only about 10% of the population has survived. A new leadership, the control, was formed and chose to rule most by fear. They threaten to kill anyone who does not obey. One day a boy named Rhys Grant wakes up in a dark room with about 5 other people and a dog. Only one of them has been awake the entire time and has been waiting for them to awake. All of them are very confused and most have lost a lot of their memories. One by one, they all find that they have powers caused by experiments that had been performed on them while they slept. Now the 6 must band together to try and recover their memories, fight the control, and figure out a way to try and cure these zombie like creatures.
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"I hate everyone." "Except me, right?" "No, especially you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It's funny, isn't it? That when the whole world decides to become infected with a brutal and fatal virus, the real monsters are the ones still alive? Blake Finnegan lost most of his life before the apocalypse anyway. So for him, it's no problem. But can a group of four just as tormented teenagers change his perspective? ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Genies grant three." "I'll take three." I shrug. "Two." He bargains. "Three." I say sterner. "One." He couldn't look any more relaxed. I almost take up his earlier offer on two. Almost. I'm still too stubborn. "Five." I cross my own arms, covered in dirt. "I-" He stutters, "You're going backwards."

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