The Flames that Engulfed Us
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  • OKUNANLAR 2,057
  • Oylar 227
  • Bölümler 59
  • Süre 5h 38m
Tamamlanmış Hikaye, İlk yayınlanma Eki 08, 2018
No one expects anything bad to happen. No one expects a school to burn down.

When Skylar's day goes from boring to a battle for survival, she has to choose between saving herself or the girl in her class who happens to be on crutches. Everything is complicated even more when her boyfriend rushes back into the building to try to find her. Survival is a game, and Skylar's been forced to play.

We know what happens when you win, but what happens when you lose?
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This story includes mild swearing & themes of death
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You die. Game over? Not quite. Welcome to the Afterlife Crucible. Every millennium, lost souls battle for a second shot at life. Forget everything you thought you knew about the afterlife. It's not pearly gates and harps - it's a ruthless gauntlet dreamed up by bored gods with a sick sense of humour. Your regrets become weapons, your sins are armour, and your secrets? Just ammo for your rivals. This is a no-holds-barred war where only the most devious spirits get to breathe again. You'll face nightmares that make Hell look like Disneyland, and opponents who'd sell their own mothers for a chance to win. Ready to fight for your life... after death? I sure as hell wasn't. There I was, barely keeping my head above water, when some prick decided to punch my ticket early. But let's face it - my chances of winning are slimmer than my ex's conscience. Who am I? Jane Doe. Just another dead girl in a sea of corpses... a junkie, a fuckup, a waste of oxygen. Or so I thought...