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Roman Cafini


I boy has had his family killed, house destroyed, and now, hes afraid hes goind to be next.


Post-apocalyptic Not for children under 13.
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The beggining of the end

I could feel the expression drain from my face. My cold hands shivered in my jean pockets, and my green t-shirt did not help with the cold. I had only just survived the explosion that had wiped out everything, and everyone that I loved. I swore revenge on them for the death and destruction of my family and the place we called home. I shivered, my wet t-shirt sticking to my chest. I couldnt stay here forever. Stuck just above a river, lying on a log, in the middle of the forest. Suddenly, I could footsteps behind me, and I ducked behind the old, rotting log. I looked down, and rocked back and forth, head in hands. I peered down and eyed a small pebble. I thought to myself, 'If I could throw this rock in another direction, it could signal that there was someone over there!'. I bravely picked up the pebble and hurled it in the opposite direction. "he's over there they cried pointing at me. Oh no. This was it. This was the end. Gun shots sped over my head, as tears rolled up in my eyes. The tears escaped my eyes, and ran down my face. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed the back of my collar and yanked me up. I turned around to see a man, in a army uniform, with his cold eyes staring at my blank, scared face. He had a deep, long scar spread over his face. He glared hard at me as he let out a few, dark words. "your coming with me!"


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