Next Generation Pt. 1
Prologue:
The world is too crowded. An ultra disease has been
created to wipe out humankind.
Only a hundred or so were chosen from each country
to survive. They keep the world going. It is up to
them if they want to rebuild the world or let it
crumble into oblivion.
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Estrella Rodriguez
Hey y'all's. Just another small girl from an even smaller town. So, have a nice day. Lates.
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