The X Project: (An Eyecatcher Novel #1)

The X Project: (An Eyecatcher Novel #1)

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" Not everything is what it seems, Eyes are the windows to the soul." -Axium Doctrine - 900 years. That was how long ago the Earth was wiped out. Nuclear wars, natural disasters, entire cities destroyed in a mater of minutes. This was known as The Surge. For 25 years Earth was a wasteland with most of its population gone. The suvivors were known as the Outcasts. They created a new society known as Axis. The Axis came and took over the world's remaining population. They created what was known as the New World. As a way to repopulate and make the Earth a new and improved high society they created The X Project. This is where 17 year-old Emery Dawson lives. A place where she and every other teenager left on Earth are conidered test subjects. This has been her fate ever since she was born, to help repopulate the Earth in order for the New World. This of course, doesn't happen to every teenager. You have to be chosen.
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