Deserted

Deserted

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Waking up on a strange island, with a bunch of beautiful girls isn't as great as it sounds. Hi. I'm jake, and I've been drafted into the end trials. The year is 2075 and compared to comet dust, nuclear radiation is a piece of cake. I live in Cavadona, it's the results of Arizona, Nevada, and California merging because of the land decrease and drought in California. 59 years. The longest drought in history. I don't actually live on the ground though. Due to the comet dust, poisoned air, and random lava spawns, 99% of the worlds population lives in the sky, but don't be fooled by this. The population is not longer 13.7 billion people. In the year 2073 when the comet dust and lava spawns appeared 12.6 billion people died. You can do the math. The world is a wreck, and this is where I come in. Every 2 years, 1 million people are drafted into the end trials. The reason for the end trials is to see who can survive in these conditions, and who can't. Those who can get moved to the safe zone where the government works to restore the world, those who can't. Well. They die. Want more? Read the book ^^
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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