On Till Dawn
- LECTURES 36
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 2
When we turn 14, we manifest a random power. On July 2nd of the year we turn 16, we are rounded up, hunted, and killed by adults because 'normal people' are scared of what we are able to do. And those who survive the first few days still have to survive until they are in the last 10 people alive from their group. We are part of group 11645 and this is our story.
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Basically hunger games but with powers and like 100 times more people.
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