The Stirring Incidences

The Stirring Incidences

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-On hold indefinitely- Last updated: June 14, 2020. Stop right there. This story is currently on hold and is likely to go through a whole lot of changes. This story is really important to me and I won't let it be an absolute amateur work. I need time and patience. Read at your own risk. Thanks for reading till here. --Description-- A mysterious stranger stands up to the council of the human governments. There is no proof of his existence, yet his presence brings about suspicion among the people. Are the governments actually honest with the people? Or are they hiding some secrets that can affect the fundamentals the people have, for the world around them? Are humans as smart and strong as they think? Or are there beings that can shake their world, and threaten their existence?
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Code: 213

TEASER: I sit comfortably in my makeshift shelter, planning my next voyage to the surface. Faint footsteps above ground snap me out of my thought. I silently reached to my loaded gun, an SKO Shorty, and carefully pulled back the hammer. I silently crept up the unstable metal stairs, aiming my gun at the door at the top. The heavy metal door creaked. Something was behind it. The door pushes open to reveal a man. A human. He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crinkled yellow paper. I grab the note, while lowering my gun. I look up only to find the man gone. I unfold the paper. It's hard to make out the words in red ink with the dim lighting of the sewer tunnel. Eventually, I'm able to decipher, "34.0522' N, 118.2437' W". Coordinates. At the bottom of the note, scribbled out in black in, there's one phrase. "Code: 213" *Please note this story includes graphic depictions of blood and violence. This story may not be suitable for all audiences.

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