Just A Number
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Last published Wed, Feb 8, 2017
B-805364. I'm just a number, a six digit number. I have no name now my birth one is useless now they say. I am B-805364. I am just a number they say. Some days I feel like running away from here but others I feel like ending it all. But I can't. Although they win battle after battle after battle I'll be damned if I let them win the war. I'm not just a number, I'm not just a feeding bag for these evil beings. I am more than a number even in this cruel and vile world. I am not just a number and soon I hope they find that out....
In a dark new world taken over by vampires Aria must learn to survive in a prison now called life. In a place where you are given a number and learn to live by it and your old life is forgotten but Aria can't and will not let go of who she was and still is. Eventually escaping the clutches of the vampires in control of the section she was being held she teams up with the most likely of allies she starts to prove that she isn't just a number. With twists and turns around every corner can Aria rid the world of this suffering or will she become a corpse in a numbered coffin.
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