Broken
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Highest Rank: 322 10/06/2015 "I do not believe in hate. Yet, my whole life revolves around hate. War has broken out everywhere. We, the ones who are left, barely made it out of the fifth world war. Humanity has been stripped from the earth. Savages, which once were human, over take this broken world. A world where life is depleting. The water is a scarce recourse. In this world, water becomes a saint when needed, but if you have too much, that saint, quickly turn on you, reaping you of your last breath. Food is earned through murder. Sometimes keeping the bodies for food. Cannibalism is just another survival technique. In this world, all there is, is the raw form of human nature. The form, in which society hid before the last war."
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Infected

"Cold metal was the first thing that I felt against my skin. Then came the sensation of being strapped down by my wrists and ankles. Why was I strapped down? My eyes blinked open slowly, in a daze. I saw men and women in surgical gear running around wildly. The blare of alarm pierced the fog around my mind and I saw emergency lights flashing. What was happening? I saw a woman, her brown eyes wild with fear, undo the straps on my wrists and legs. My head fell to the side and I witnessed one man pounce on the other, then a squirt of blood shoot high into the air as the first man bit into the others neck. I couldn't move without serious concentration, and even then, I could only move a little. I was helpless as I lay on this metal table. I knew that I was going to die. I was an easy target. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevibility of the man to attack me. Nothing came though, and when I cracked my eyes open, I was alone in the room. What? Just then, I heard a loud bang and I saw a man with a gun burst through the door, an infected woman, the one who had just untied me, leaping at him. They fell into the table I was on, and the entire thing flipped. I was tossed onto the ground, landing hard. My head cracked against the concrete and everything went black, and the last sound I heard were the man's screams."

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