The End of Tomorrow (GxG)
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20 years ago, there was a meteor shower like none before. A total of 24 meteors rained from the sky and struck 24 people in different locations. Those people are missing now. No one knows what happened to them. Well, I know what happened to them.
I've never been one to be interested in things like this. I only know this because there were actually 25 meteors. I was struck by the 25th. My father saw what was happening with the other 24, so he made sure I was hidden from prying eyes. You see, there's a secret to the meteors that fell. He made me promise to never show the world what I could do, or I would end up like the rest, dead. Only use it when I knew I needed to.
I promised him.
After that, he and my mother homeschooled me. They taught me the knowledge I needed to know and how to survive in this world when they're gone.
16 years later, it happened.
The mimics showed up and caused hell to rain on Earth. Barely anyone I knew survived, and I was left of my family.
Now four years later, I'm traveling west to a voice that has been calling out to me since I was eight.
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