The Final Five
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 22m
  • Reads 24
  • Votes 10
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 22m
Ongoing, First published Aug 09, 2016
One-hundred people, ranging from ages five to seventy, wake up alone in the forest with only a backpack laying out in front of them, and a bracelet that has the number one-hundred on it.

Micah Littleton, waking up in the forest all alone with only a backpack laying in front of him, a bracelet that has the number one-hundred displayed across it, his regular black skinny jeans, a dark blue hoodie, and his normal tennis-shoes that he has doodled on during his classes when he was bored. 

As he was thinking where he was, how he got here, and why he was here entering his mind a loud speaker came from the bracelet.

Then the number started to drop.
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