Desolation(on hold)

Desolation(on hold)

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The Walking Dead
Des·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun •a state of complete emptiness or destruction. "The stony desolation of the desert" synonyms: Bleakness, Starkness, Barrenness •Anguished misery or loneliness. "In choked desolation, she watched him leave" synonyms: Misery, Sadness, Unhappiness, Despondency, Sorrow, Depression, Grief, Woe Valentine was alone, broken, distance, afraid. When stuck in the middle of a apocalypse she loses everything. She puts up walls to defend herself but when she meets a group will she have break down the walls she's been building up or will they become 3x thicker?
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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