Lost Nation: Detriment

Lost Nation: Detriment

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After the Blackout, everything was lost. To get back on the grid sacrifices were made. With no monetary value to barter with, America gave up the one thing it did have, its Freedom. It gave up its name, its flag, its land, it's military might. The United States of America was no more, that dream was destroyed, torn apart by a two headed Dragon, China and Russia. China, the largest owner of United States debt, provided the needed finance. Russia came in and provided needed fuel and security. It was no longer the Untied States of America, it was the The People’s Socialist Republic of America. Follow the struggles, sacrifices and triumphs of two families working together to set things right. They will lay down their own lives and the lives of their loved ones to show that the lights might have gone out in America, but the spirit of Freedom was far from being extinguished. In the end they will lead an army of their fellow Americans in the Second American Revolutionary War
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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