The Revolution

The Revolution

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She was the cause, the beginning of the end. Marica, Rica, Flo, a revolutionary. 10 years ago Rica Flo graduated from Harvard State with a degree in Disease Control in hopes of obtaining a job in the CDC (Center's for Disease Control). However, Rica's plans weren't to stay low, she would release the secrets of the CDC soon leading to the Revolution of the world. Present day the world had died, the governement shut it down until they killed Rica. They refused to service anyone, produce money, allow jobs, anything, until Rica was dead. Project CM (Contain Marica) was developed a year after the secrets of the CDC were spilled, but a brave few refused to go forth with the program and instead searh for Rica in order to protect her from the angry mobs of the citizens left after the shut down of 2013. Rica, currently traveling with her daughter Jen, must face the decision to keep hiding or to spare everyone else from cruel consequences of her doing. Join Rica in her Rovolutionary journey in my newest story The Revolution.
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