Nuclear mercenaries Triston Grey

Nuclear mercenaries Triston Grey

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The year is 2155. It has been 100 years that the bombs have been dropped. Or so that's what I've been told. The life undergrown great in all but it's not the best way of life. Right now I'm see this bunker going down real fast and I need to get out. I can not get sick this time or at least I don't want to risk it. My name is Triston Grey and this is the story of my life.
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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