2050: The Beginning of the End
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  • LECTURES 9,912
  • Votes 5,433
  • Parties 30
  • Durée 4h 13m
Terminé, Publié initialement déc. 17, 2015
-Highest rank: #24 in science fiction-

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I close my eyes again, wishing not for the first time that I could confess all my worries to an adult and have them tell me they know it'll be okay. Those days are gone, though. I have to be strong, have to be confident that everything will work out. No adult is coming to save me from the apocalypse.

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2050: The year of the apocalypse.

What would you do if you knew the world was crumbling around you? Would you fight to save a civilization that doesn't want to be saved? Eight children, each possessing a supernatural talent, are forced to ask themselves this question in the midst of death and destruction. While World War III rages on around them, and a race of undead mutants begins to take over, these children struggle to define good and evil and to choose a side in the fight.

Written from November 2015 to January, 2017.
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