The Survival District
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  • Reads 94
  • Votes 17
  • Parts 5
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Nov 02, 2015
Mature
Mark couldn't remember almost anything about his previous life...just that his name is Mark, he is 16, his birthday is on the 23rd of August and the phrase "I will lead on" being repeated 3 times. He didn't even know his family, friends...not even his last name!

Mark awakes in the Survival District, a forest like area, surrounded by huge metal walls, making a giant circle, preventing them from leaving. No way out. There are other boys and girls there too...they claim they've been here for 2 years. Every month, a new person arrives and every week new supplies come in, through a capsule that appears in their lake. 






But when things start changing, Mark realises it's his time to shine and lead the people out of the Survival District...

A/N I wanted to make a brand new story, at the best of my ability
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