On The Run

On The Run

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Everyone was always so concerned about surviving the apocalypse that they never really stopped to consider what life would be like if we made it through: the remnants of equality in society have long since been lost to greed, depravity, and desperation. My name is Shadow, and I am no exception, what with being a fugitive on the run and all. Life wasn't all bad though, I mean, sure, my old boss and his son were determined to see me dead, and yeah, they did have an entire army of watchers to do their bidding along with control over one of the most powerful governments in the new world, but did they have a trusty knife named Reggie? I doubted it. Okay, so maybe the odds were really stacked against me, but I had defied expectations before, and I was determined to do it again.
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