The World of Corpses

The World of Corpses

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When humanity is on the brink of extinction after a deadly plaque of unknown origins kills billions and infects uncountable numbers of more changing them to the point of beyond human groups of people band together to survive except for Alex. Alex never fit in with his dark clothing and quiet personality Alex doesn't stay with others because of his biggest secret, he survived the disease and now has unnatural powers, his only companion is his pure black husky midnight In a dog eat dog world Alex will fight to survive against starving, scavengers, and diseased humans. (Authors notes: thank you if you decide to read this series I'll try my hardest to update as frequently as I can and try not to eat me alive as this is my first novel even though i try to have decent grammar I do slip. Thank you for your time and enjoy!)
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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