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SkriRex - Sangre Del Camino

SkriRex - Sangre Del Camino

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 5, 2020
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Action and Thriller
En un país consumido por los desastres bélicos entre regiones, las personas tienen muy bajas posibilidades de sobrevivir. Enfermedades atacan y vuelven a las personas en Madders, bandas se enfrentan por territorios y supervivencia, los recursos no son tan "ilimitados" como lo eran antes... sobrevivir es un infierno en vida. Solo queda una cosa por hacer, prepararse para atravesar el "infierno" y así llegar al "cielo"...
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*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

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