Destination: ?
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Prologue
This story is interactive, so at the end of each chapter, I will give you two or three choices to choose from, and whatever choice turns out to be the most picked, will be chosen as the next path for the storyline. I appreciate everyone who reads this and will comment. Remember, I let anonymous (though they act as .5 of a vote instead of 1, due to people who spam on different profiles) comments in as well.
War. War never changes.
In the year of 2077, specifically stating October 23, the atomic bombs that destroyed civilization, fell from the skies across the entire world. As they hit the Earth's surface, entire faults shifted, lands flooded and covered with water, and mountain ranges thrust themselves violently through the now irritated soils.
Although the outcome of the war, which lasted a single day, not all human life had died, like many had expected.
We now enter the world of The Stranger. A simple post-apocalyptic survivor, during the year of 2194, whose life is about to take a very large unexpected turn.
"He's awake." I heard a voice say. I tried to bring my hands to my face, to no avail. And as I opened my eyes, I found myself laying on the bitter cold ground with my arms and legs tied up. As my eyes drifted upward, I saw five men, all wearing business suits, all of them wearing hats and Guy Fawkes masks.
One of them stepped up to me and took his mask off, revealing his face. It looked like a he, middle-aged, and looked like a real businessman, although I have only seen one or two. He knelt down by my side and looked at me for several seconds. "You may be asking yourself why you are like this." he told me, as I looked at him with my brow raised.
"Gentlemen, take your masks off. Let's give the man some form of dignity before he dies." the one man stated. Once I heard the word, 'dies' my mind began to race about all the thoughts. There was no way to escape this, they had me good.
As they took off their masks, one by one, I had a good inception of what they were.
The one on the far left appeared to be female, with short brown hair and lips were bright red, possibly lipstick, if there was any left over.
The one over to the right of the far left one, appeared to be an old man, with a devilish smirk upon his face. I guessed that he loved death and or destruction.
The one on the far right looked to me like a war veteran, due to the scars all across his face.
And the one to the left of the far right one, who appeared to be an addict. The signs of a withdrawal were all over his face.
The man in front of me stood up and backed away. "I apologise from what I am about to do." he begun as he pulled out a computer chip. "I know you were supposed to send this to the three factions in order to make peace, but when there is peace, we get no income." he added as he put the chip away, and pulled out a 9mm pistol.
Every other member pulled theirs out as well, aiming it at me. "I'm sorry, but no one can know what transpired here but us." he finally told me before they all cocked their guns, and one pulled their trigger.
No, you aren't dead yet, you've just been 'killed'.
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