Yesterday

Yesterday

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The virus took over the whole world. Only one drug could help them survive. If you run out, you die. But if you were the person that survived? ***** Naverre is mysterious. His life is for everyone a big mystery. He doesn't talk a lot. When he does it's either a lie or emotionless. Never does he ever follow the rules. He never wants to open up to someone. Mainly because of the situation in the world. He survived and is highly wanted. Dancer is stone cold, a slight mercenary. She makes deals with the devil to save her own skin. The city has never been her safe place. Even when she meets Naverre, Dancer doesn't make friends. In their adventure and situation, it's important to trust, but can her cold heart be warmed? Even by a handsome boy after the same thing?
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He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

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