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Last published Tue, Jan 5, 2016
What would you and your friends do if you survived an apocalypse? What would you do if you had the whole world to yourself? I'll tell you what we did.
We Lived.
This is a 1st draft and is being written as I go along, so I apologise for areas that are poorly written.
All characters in this book are fictional, any resemblance to any person is completely coincidental.
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