Simple Survival
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Last published Wed, Jan 28, 2015
2025. The Great War of 2019. It devastated and changed the world. Every country in the world combined has divided into 3 districts. America being part of District 1, it has lost every mean of independence or freedom.
Broken streets, lost minds, and the stench of the homeless flood our streets. Not only has America lost it's name, but it's flooded with orphans. Wild children running the streets and fending for themselves at almost every age.
A group of close friends have been kidnapped by a secret illegal organization and they will do anything they can to break out and gain any type of freedom they once had before. But is the Government in on it?
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