2103. A Post-Apocalyptic world. Famine and Disease rage across the world. You thought that people could not get any more malicious. You thought wrong. Law? There is no such thing. It’s called Occisor. Latin for Murder and Killer. The disease that killed your mom, dad, brother or sister. We are the survivors. Somehow we made it through. It’s not fair. We know. Why should we live and watch everyone we love die? We have asked this question to ourselves hundreds of times before. So this is my life. My story. My tragedy. And this is how I survived.
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