Contract Cards

Contract Cards

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It came all so sudden, the end of their world. It was all a lie; God was not kind or merciful at all. The angels were cold, ruthless killers. Maybe the devil wasn't so evil? Who actually knew? But we have been given something to fight back with, the angels wern't so ruthless after all. They tried to arm the humans at least to give them a fighting chance. Maybe we could find allies with them? Maybe. Maybe we can survive this and live on? Maybe I can protect Liam. Or maybe we will all die and I have this card for absolutely no reason except to give me some fake hope. But hope is all we have left now. Just hope. And family
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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