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The Last Light

The Last Light

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Mystery
I look up through the crack in the ground. I grip my gun tightly as I stand amongst the many great cliffs that border one of the great divides. This elevated position at noon is the only time in the day you can see the true effects of the thousand great divides. On May 23 2018, there were violent earthquakes, that shook and split the ground. Those of us who fell is stuck in the Great Divides, but there are a select few who were unlucky enough to be stuck above. There are places on earth that weren't affected by the quakes at all. This is truly the end of the world. I am stuck above ground and I would like to keep it that way, even if the military continues breathing down my neck. This is where my story will begin.
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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