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What would happen if WW2 didn't happen in 1939?

It's 2178. The only world you know is the one that's broken in so many places, it will never be the same again.

Sona's never been a good girl. She's bad. from a young age, she taught herself hand-to-hand combat, and she has an ego the size of the gun that's perched on her shoulder, aimed at you.

Ajax has always been the good guy. However, he's never been happy. He's annoyed with himself for following all the rules.

Fawke has always been an outcast. Reclusive, and no one has ever really noticed him. Except Sona.

Hitler has always been evil.

'An exciting dystopian tale concerning love, life, and adventure in a world broken by war'

“I don’t care anymore, Sona,” he kissed her gently, on the lips, and caressed the side of her neck with his fingers. “What they think is not my problem. What he thinks is not my problem,” he paused. “If I come out of this alive, and you do too, don’t think you have to choose me,” he grabbed her fingers, pulled them out of her pocket, and held them, tickling the underside of her palm. Her back was to the wall, and he was pressed against her. The gunshots ricocheted off the crumbling brick. He twined his hand around her waist, and pulled her even closer. His lips brushed the top of her head, and hers brushed his neck.
Sona didn’t know what to say, so she just blurted everything that was on her mind. Everything she’d ever felt for him, and everyone else.
They didn’t have long left.