The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 27, 2016
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Science Fiction
"Starting over. The words that were rarely uttered, the words that drove the whole country. No one had a say so. No one could fight it. We had to follow, otherwise we would face the consequences, and that was the end of that. I never thought that at such an age my past life would be torn up and forgotten, fading into the light. I couldn't live with it, when such chaos and death is occurring. Why would we need to forget the scars that have made the country for what it is? Do we have to forget the beginning of the end of everything we knew?"
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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