We Were Forgotten {ON HOLD}

We Were Forgotten {ON HOLD}

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A regular morning, in a regular school, and a regular city. That's how today was. Normal semi-peaceful urban life that they all had gotten accustomed to. Until that day. An unexplained attack on the city-no the world-tossed lives up into a spiral of despair. A story following eight high school students as they struggle through the apocalypse as wannabe lovers, friends, and enemies. Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved If I find my story anywhere here on Wattpad or the world I will cut the motherfucker who stole my shit into a million pieces and bathe in the crimson blood that flows from their mutilated body as it hangs from the ceiling fan. Yeah. I'm serious. Don't copy my shit. Have fun reading! ^.^
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