We are Nomads (The BLAST fanfiction)
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  • Parts 8
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  • Reads 635
  • Votes 53
  • Parts 8
  • Time 24m
Complete, First published Jan 01, 2015
Rebbecca never thought that playing Cops and Robbers would end up with the world ending. Both physically and emotionally when she finds her parents dead in a house or a car and her younger brother missing. At least Becca still has the love of her life, Lucas. 

But, after surviving a month, they run out of supplies. Just by going to get supplies from the houses close by, both teens are kidnapped and are left to survive the wrath of a Russian man named Pushkin. 

Will being a Nomad save the two from death or will it be their death?

I own nothing of "The BLAST". All rights go to Sarah Perlmutter for writing the amazing book "The BLAST" (I only own some events and characters in this story)

Very proud to say that this is THE VERY FIRST fanfiction for "The BLAST"and I am also the creator of the very first fan-page on Instagram @we_are_deathless
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