The Outskirts

The Outskirts

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Table of context: Part 1: Faith Part 2: Hope Part 3: Love Part 4: An Angel of Light My name is Jeremy Cooper. I simply cannot answer this question for myself, so it's something I must ask. Where are we now? This isn't how this was supposed to go. We were supposed to be free from darkness. This was supposed to be a chance to restart, to create peace, and finally bring the world towards perfection. But I get it now. That isn't a possible future. People still steal, they lie, they do all kinds of unimaginable things. But they are all given a chance. Even the ones who murder. Because if we start killing each other during the apocalypse, even us who are evil, it won't take long for earths population to drop down to zero. We won't let that happen. No matter the circumstances, the life of any sinner will not be taken, but will be given a chance to redeem itself. Murders will be punished, but even they will be given another opportunity to make things right. In the past, they have. So, let us see them do it, once more. Time period: 2029 Ten years since the extermination of all human life on earth, failed. My wife and I are having to balance raising children through all of this, with leading, and restructuring the world to how it was before. But if we're not going to make it better then how it was, what's the point? The old system was broken. This is a new beginning, and is a chance to start a world that will last until the next generations future. Because the old world would have killed itself whether the bombs had dropped, or hadn't. Perhaps this is our last chance to save it. Reawakening Book 2 The Outskirts
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They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.

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