At End's Gate

At End's Gate

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In a futuristic world, there is a city that is enclosed by a great wall. The society is very peaceful. They have unlimited resources and the idea of wars seems to be just a highlight of the lives of their ancestors. Living in such a society, it's very difficult to accept that every Utopia might face a bitter end. Paige, Blake and James Sanders discover that a Utopia can easily disintegrate into a playing field of fighting for survival. One day as the residents of this city were watching their Televisions, a terrorist appears, giving them terrifying news. He tells the residents that he was going to destroy the whole city, but those who would be spared were the few who could reach a gate just beyond the wall. Now people are murdering each other in an attempt to arrive at the gate first. The only mistake these people made was never questioning how many of them were given this privilege of survival.
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"I hate everyone." "Except me, right?" "No, especially you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It's funny, isn't it? That when the whole world decides to become infected with a brutal and fatal virus, the real monsters are the ones still alive? Blake Finnegan lost most of his life before the apocalypse anyway. So for him, it's no problem. But can a group of four just as tormented teenagers change his perspective? ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Genies grant three." "I'll take three." I shrug. "Two." He bargains. "Three." I say sterner. "One." He couldn't look any more relaxed. I almost take up his earlier offer on two. Almost. I'm still too stubborn. "Five." I cross my own arms, covered in dirt. "I-" He stutters, "You're going backwards."

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