The Institute

The Institute

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Rebecca is your average teenager. If your average teenager was kidnapped, and now fends for herself in a dying society. She was cut off from the world for 9 years, kept in a torture facility and never coming into contact with another human. She escapes, finding the world a dying mess, cities crumbling to ground and people dying from things like the common cold gone wrong. When she comes across a camp filled with people like her just trying to survive, she sees a new hope. But together they find that her torture years had a purpose, and she wasn't the only one. Their fight to stop it might just end in a fate worse than what was planned. I know, I know, which young adult dystopian novel isn't like this? You might be inclined to skip to the next recommended story, or to not bother even reading this far. For those of you that made it here, whats a bit farther to the first chapter, or to the next? This is the first thing I've ever really written, besides mandatory narratives for english class, so cut me some slack here. If you don't like it, don't read it. But just give it a shot.
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