The Zone Runner
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Last published Fri, Feb 19, 2016
The year is 2025. Ella Fischer is trapped. Trapped in London which has become the most dangerous city in the world. In London there are 4 zones. Zone 1: The Rats. In Zone 1, everyone starves. Zone 2: The Monsters. Zone 3: The Government. In Zone 3, the government employees live in luxury. Zone 4: The Mystery. No one knows what is in Zone 4. Those that go in never come back out. Most people are trapped in the zone they were born in. Ella can cross the zones. No one knows why. There are people who would kill her for it. Those who would buy her for her power. Those who can cross the zones are called Zone Runner.
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