Sector 7

Sector 7

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No one can remember. Everyone had forgotten. All we know is to work. From dusk to dawn we work. Some of us are linked to lumbering , others to hunting. All of the links vary. But on June 19 that all changed. The walls to Sector 7 had collapsed. The Sector was built in the middle of the desert. The Slant is what we called it. It was the lost lands of our past. Some chose to stay back at the Sector. Others went with me to escape. We learned of what life was like before the Sectors. We learned why they were assigned, and why they were made . It was an amazing sight, but there was a reason we were locked away. I wish we stayed back. I wish they made the walls stronger. Because when the sun sets, no one is safe in the Slant. Twenty-seven of us went out, twelve survived the ambush. We must make it back to the sectors before sunset and prepare them for war.
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In the scorching desert, a young boy slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces - teenagers, all around his age, scattered across the endless dunes. The blistering sun beat down on them, relentless in its ferocity. As the boy struggled to sit up, he noticed the mix of fear, desperation, and determination etched on the faces around him. Some were huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves, while others wandered aimlessly, searching for something - anything - that could help them survive. The boy's memories were hazy, but one thing was certain: they were trapped. There was no sign of civilization in sight, just an endless expanse of sand and rock. No buildings, no roads, no rescue in sight. Panic began to set in as the boy scrambled to his feet, joining the throngs of teenagers searching for answers. How did they get here? Why were they trapped? And, most pressing of all, how would they survive in this desolate wasteland? As the boy joined the desperate search for survival, he realized that he was not alone in his quest for answers. Together, they would have to rely on each other, trust each other, and fight to stay alive in a harsh environment that seemed determined to kill them.

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