Haven
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"Call me Ishmael. Haha, just kidding. Call me freaking STARVING. God, my life just SUCKS." Its the apocalypse. Civilization as we know it, decimated by disease and ravaged by the ensuing fallout, is gone. Morals and clean consciences are a thing of the past as the remaining humans fight for survival. Among these desperate people is fourteen year old Kaylee, seeking out the one thing she cares to live for, fight for....haven. A place where she can live in peace and forget about the world...and her sins that she has committed. But she will have to fight to get there. And it won't be pretty, not if she can help it. All rights reserved. This is an original story by ME and not intended for some unimaginative copycat to steal from. All people and events are fictional and any mention of one is entirely coincidental. Enjoy. P.S all Deamau5 titles at the beginning of the chapters are only for the purposes of furthering the plot. All title songs belong to Joel Thomas Zimmerman
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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