Alone-a Revolution fanfic

Alone-a Revolution fanfic

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When you live in a world with no electricity,with a collapsed government,and everyone fighting for power....Things will be interesting.... My name is Charlie Matheson. I don't remember much about before the blackout, mainly a protective Uncle in the army and the taste of ice cream. I live in a village with my brother Danny and my dad Ben. Life has always been hard for me. I don't fit in because I hunt, instead of going to school like the other teens, and I protect my brother Danny from the Monroe militia and his asthma attacks. I don't get along with my father we have different opinions on EVERYTHING, except, that Danny is the only thing that matters. (I own nothing!)
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{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021

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