Project Isolation
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Last published Thu, Mar 11, 2021
The year is 1943. A toxic gas has wiped out a large majority of the human population. To control the outbreak, the government created a controlled area to study the effects of the toxic gas. For citizens like Fern, a 16 year old boy who grew up in such an environment, he never thought there was something outside of the small sector he called home. That is until a shocking discovery leads him to discover the world outside of this controlled area. How will he deal with this new discovery ? Find out on Project Isolation.
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Hello, readers!
My name is AdamKritov20. Welcome to Project Isolation. I've been working on this story for quite a while but I felt like sharing it both in the hope that some of you will enjoy it and others will leave constructive criticism. I have only watched a handful of writing lectures so any advice/critiscm you have is greatly appreciated.
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