'Till My Last Breath
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- Parts 6
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Mar 19, 2016
It was December 11th 2015 , I was going to school just like any other day , I went to first block. (fell asleep as usual) Then out of the blue the intercom buzzed to life and a raspy voice rattled off a list of commands," Jefferson Highschool, you are now under new control , follow our short requests and only a few will get hurt."
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