The Outskirts
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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.
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The Outskirts
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