In The End

In The End

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I told my self that I'd be ready when that day comes. But I was wrong. I wasn't ready for everything.
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After the nuclear war with North Korea I truly have no idea how there is any trace of man kind left on the planet. But those who died during that battle that lasted no longer than a few hours were the lucky ones. They were subjected to instant deaths, and in my eyes and the world I now live in, that is the meaning of lucky. We found home in a small military outpost just south-west of London, we found comfort in it and it is now my home. A world plunged into a nuclear war, one man must be brave enough to rise up against the evils that have spawned on the surface of the Earth. He must be wise enough to lead a group of survivors to safety. He must be smart enough to find a safe place in this world, and I'm afraid that person is me. Dimitri Jones, after the loss of his wife must find a purpose in life again; He must face ferocious foes such as infected flesh eating homo-sapiens. Animals and insects which have evolved and mutated to become carnivorous, all in his discovery for a safe place, and that's just the beginning. A striking coming of age story about self discovery, freedom, safety and love. Prologue extract: There was blood on my hands, a deep crimson liquid slowly dripping down my arms from the scratches and gashes caused by savage teeth. It was sick. No man should ever have to go through what I have just done. I keep telling myself over and over again that I didn't have a choice. Maybe eventually I'll believe it. Although deep down, I know I didn't have either a say or a choice; it was either them, or me.

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