Death Count
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Science Fiction
In a world where a natural death is beyond unreal, life is anything but predictable. Jackson Taylor, a college student in Portland, Oregon, believed she could take on anything. Gravity couldn't take her when she cliff dived with her friends Saturday nights. Illness would never claim her life if it wanted to, just a minor inconvenience along the line. The Kratz unit couldn't kill her, until one certain day. She had been marked for the government massacre. Indulgence Day. A day instituted by the US government to prevent the international problem of overpopulation in their own borders. Followed by other marked citizens, she will either bring the end to the annual murder of thousands of innocents or live to see the consequences.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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