Apocalypse

Apocalypse

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Fiction
Science Fiction
The government didn't care. They caused it. The set off the bombs and the people died because of them. Or worse. Some of them were turned into mutants or attacked by them. Such as Jacks parents. He had to fend for himself after that point until people got involved in his life once again. Brutal people who didn't care if he lived or died, and enjoyed using him for their own amusement. He didn't have many choices. Either kill or be killed. (Rated mature for descriptions of violence.) NOTE: This book was piled together as a side project while I work on my more serious book, Two-Face. It may never become complete. Who knows, maybe I'll only write two chapters. It's just for practice.
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