The Empty Children

The Empty Children

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"It's been over a year since it all started, but only three months since I was cut off from the rest of the world. It feels like an eternity." When Amelia Millicent was sixteen, her world fell apart. The USA was overrun by cybernetic creatures in the blink of an eye, all of their leaders and scientists deleted. More importantly, her brother was stolen in the night, the prefect candidate for conversion. Over time, everyone else was turned, or killed in the process. It was hard to imagine which was worse: to die a quick and painful death, or to survive the ordeal to become part of their armada, killing those that you may once have loved. X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X This is a short story based off of Doctor Who's Cybermen, but can be read with no prior knowledge.
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