Global wipeout

Global wipeout

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There was a world war. One country made a bomb that spread out a virus to the world. the rest of the world that wasn't infect by the virus got together, made a new country where everyone who wasn't infected by the virus could stay. In this country, there is a group of 20-30 adults, who take a little less than 100 kids who are age 6 -16 to take them out of the country on patrols to get supplies or to try and kill off a bit of the virus. They do this for at least 2 years until they have only a few people left. Only to brainwash them to do the same thing for years and years. one day, a group that has a boy named Leo, and his sister, and more people, decide to try and escape. not only the slavery, but the entire country all together. So they can't get killed by the others. but it is a difficult task to do. Will they get out? Or will they die or get brainwashed with all the others?
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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