Void-Walker
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  • Reads 141
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 34m
Ongoing, First published Jul 18, 2015
Mature
Every second is a chance to overcome the nothing. Every breath and every beat of the heart is one more second lost. Each wasted moment is consumed by the darkness. After all, each human was born to overcome the void. 
Every human. . . Except me. I was born to walk it

Dying wasn't what I had planned on after my shift, but it happened.  What made things worse is not the dying, but being forced back to life with someone else pushing my buttons.  Now, I have to decided which path to take in a world that no one ever knew existed.  I have to decide if I should fight for the enemy, or surrender for my friends.  

I am part of a secret order of Reavers.  We hunt. We fight. We kill the things that haunt the darkness.  But, I am beginning to wonder, if sometimes the darkness could be our friend. . .and if so, who is really my enemy?
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