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Post by Abby Crossfire on Apr 17, 2012 20:07:33 GMT -5
The plauge has come and now some are infected with a sickness. Some have gotten powers, other, not so lucky. We rome the streets of dangerous place, is there anyone there you know? The wind blows, but to some it seems the sun never shines. Some called, Minors, are ones who were infected, but were lucky to get better. They have champed skins, that Sunlight can burn and there eyes are redish. they aren't crazy, but they look like it. Many struggle, others hide. It has been a year after the plauge has sicken so many. Some have found medicine and are able to copy it. Other have no clue what to do about the plauge sickness. Anyone could get infected and anyone can die. In this land of dangers that surrounds us. We aren't perfect, no one is safe, no one can live this life with out a secrete. We can't live free from the grip of the plauge. we find our selves in this world where not many can win, but some are true to all, others try to hide in the camps and infect. Others leave when they do and don't dare to harm there friends or family. Some go to the camps, to find saftey among there healers. Most camps can connect to eachother so they send medical suppies. Messagers run to send medicine and messages. What Will You Do? [/color]
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