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Afraid (on hold)

Afraid (on hold)

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"What's my biggest fear? That's a cliche question. But if I had to answer; I'd say death. Which is equally cliche." It all started the night turned 16, it was the year 2044, April 2nd. A solar storm had be reported on the news the night before, but didn't seem much of a threat. We where wrong, and at precisely 12:07 PM the Solar Storm hit. It knocked out all power on earth, killing almost half of earths population in a instant. All hospitals, all airports, all electronics were useless. The world was in darkness. A/N~ Scarlett (Sailor) Moon, lives in the year 2046 two years after a Solar Storm hit Earth. The events in the book could happen, only if a Solar storm is strong enough. The year of the Solar storm is correct (if I did the math right) ,but the day and time could be wrong. If you have any problems or questions feel free to comment! Thank you!
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