Disorder
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Hope is the reason what's left of the human race is still standing. After an unidentified disease wiped out over 75% of the worlds population, there is a good chance you either knew someone who's lying in a mass grave somewhere, or you are that someone. When that's the case, you cling to the only thing you have left, the only thing that makes you human. For some it was a promise made to a loved one before they were taken by the disease, or some variation thereupon, but for others it was hope. Hope for this nightmare to end, hope for things to return to normal. Hope is a funny thing, it can be the only thing keeping you alive and more or less sane, and you don't even realize it. I am one of the only survivors of Fort Tucson; almost everyone I know is dead, and hope for a happy ending to this nightmare is the only thing I have left to cling to. My name is Lee Springer, and this is my story.
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There are some people who live in a dream world. A world where everything is perfectly fine. There are no fights, no pain, only happiness. These people see the bright side of everything, even the bad things in life. Then there are people who face reality. They know how much some things can hurt and how hard it can be to do the right thing. They have to make hard decisions, life changing ones. They get strangled in a web of lies, and once you're in, you can't get out. I belong to the second group and I am here to inform you that a perfect world doesn't exist. There is no such thing as 'a happily ever after.' We are all in the same game, just different levels. We're dealing with the same hell, only different devils. My devil is a killer and my game is to kill him. The only problem was I didn't know who my devil was. That's how the unrealistic game suddenly became a reality.

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