Welcome To The: BUNK

Welcome To The: BUNK

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé mer., oct. 12, 201613 h 1 min
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Science-fiction
Years ago when Amercia was on the edge of property. The goverment created a organization to provide and help the benefit of the growing amount of children, to give a provided education and care that there parent, or hopstials couldn't provide. As the years went past the organization slowly become corrupt and lost sight of its goal as America fell. The organization became a horriable place of rumors and terror. The genreal public choice to turn a blind eye, as condition became even worse for the adults and hidden children outside. Until one day, there was a change, a change so drastic that no gun, no pill, no cell, no order could keep it in check. ---------------------------- "Welcome to the Bunk. . ." he stated dryly, staring into his empty cup as if what ever he just drank would magically appear again and make everything better. The happy, clean, bright illusion was ripped away, pulled out from under me like a bunk-mate would steal a extra blanket. Gone.
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