Black Death

Black Death

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Xander Cole is 20, he finished High School two years ago and is in the same gang Monserrat's big brother was in. Monserrat Wilson just finished High school and since her brother died she has to be looked after, unwillingly. How their lives clashed, unexpectedly. He hates her. He stains people, in good ways or bad. He's worse than the plagues we know today: Ebola, Zika, AIDS. Bodies tangled, necks strangled, legs mangled, men crossed, lives lost. }{ }{ }{ }{ }{ "Can we fucking kill her already." He pointed a gun at me. Nico shook his head, "no you can't," he sent me a look of apology. "I blame the brother." He muttered before walking out of the metal and concrete warehouse.
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