The End Of All Things

The End Of All Things

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Thirty days. That's all it took. Thirty days for the entire human race to be overcome by some shit a government made to battle another government because they threatened another government. The bullshit of the world's politics was ultimately it's downfall. Thirty hours. That's all it took for the majority of America to become infected. Thirty minutes. That's all the time it took for a loved one to turn into a monster. Thirty seconds. That's all it took to release the end of the world. Alec Lightwood was at Ground Zero. He was in the middle of the outbreak and he was one of the lucky ones -or extremely unlucky ones- to be immune to the strange illness that took over his hometown and then the rest of the world. Alec had seen all the movies and read all the graphic novels. He knew there was no hope but he didn't say a word. With two younger siblings and five best friends to protect, there was no place for doubt. No place for fear. No place for devastation. But how does one fight off all those thoughts when every single person you've ever loved is bound to die? ----------------------------------- Created- Cc
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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