Blue Scarred
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Tues. 14 Sept. 2056 3:44 am Today is the anniversary of my cousin's funeral nearly 43 yrs ago. I remember that day because that the world went to hell. I am 77 yrs old. You wouldn't know it if you met me. Only people who does is my group of survivors. Welp, more like theirs kids and my great neices and nephews. My brother looks like my dad. Sadly to say my older family either passed away or were turned into the walking dead. My youth isn't my only secret, but even I don't like speaking of it. Matter a fact several of my group has secrets that benefit the group. Making us 10x better. There are several lets just say 'creatures' or 'myths' amongst us. So what happens when a farely large group passes through, but wants to setup shop close by and make an alliance. When secrets come out will the new comers be more open then the group realises or when they condemn them like others have? Only way to find out. Read, Vote, Comment. First book. Tell me what you think. WILL BE ALOT OF ADULT CONTAIN. BLOOD, VIOLENCE, & SEX!!
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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