The dead land Heroes

The dead land Heroes

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..... I turned around and for sure a car was on the asphalt. It got near and near and near and it passed. But then it stopped and came back to us. The man inside the car rolled down his window and looked at us. His face was covered in sweat. He looked like he ran miles. "Look kids stay in the house okay. Whatever you do don't come outside. There are......bad things out there so umm...bye." And with out another word he drove off. But then again he stopped and came back. "Errr.... You might need this," He pulled out a..... Gun! Like a real one. None of us moved. "You are Jasmine the older, right? You'll really need it take it. I am a friend of your dad's," Jas hesitated but took it anyways. "Uhh thanks?" "My duty," He drove off. For real this time. "Well that's unusual." Emma gave the car a weird look as it went until it was out of site.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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