The one who survived
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This is a story that my little brother made and I'm typing it up for him in wattpad.
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I was surrounded by those things that killed my friends. No one knew what the creatures looked like because they never lived to tell their story. The only chance at survival was getting as far away as possible. To create a new life with anyone who survived.
I can tell if I die... the world might not make it another day. Let alone, live.
You might be thinking, 'What makes you so sure that the world will end when you die?'
Well I don't know. But I'm sure that I will be the last human to Rome the Earth.
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