Patterns

Patterns

UnorthodoxLittleGirl
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 30, 2015
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An asteriod hit Earth. It set off all volcanoes at the same time. Floods came out of nowhere. Earthquakes hit in places with no techtonic plates. Medicines depleted and disease ruled. Hurricanes and tornados raged. Humans died off one by one. There are small groups of suvivors living throughout the world. They barely survive each day. They teach their children to adapt. The Earth, and its people have changed. * Regan Mitchells's parents were killed during the desctruction. She was left to die. She was five then. Now, ten years later, she is leading the American survivors to the North Pole. There, they will hopefully meet up with other survivors from the world and rebuild civilization. What stands in her way? What tests will she be given? * "A chance can be worth taking, but it is the chance you take that defines you."
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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