It was a dark age. Where people stole things. Commited crimes and managed escape. Killers. Fires. You name it. I was the only one that hasn't gone mad like the others.
I was hiding in a alley which was a bad, bad idea. But now I had to trust my survival instincts, in order not to die. I'm Ally Nijerson and this is how I saved the world from ending.
14 years later
"Come back here you little bitch!"A man shouted. I was running as fast as I could. He caught up to me and I turned around and threw a pocket knife in his face.
The man cried out in pain and ran away. My breathe was short. I needed a break. I was running and trying to survive for what seemed like forever. I almost died every single time.
I was trying to get to the source of all of this madness. Trying to stop it. I was only 5 days away from it.
"Okay we got three seconds"I whispered. I was planting bombs in illegal businesses. And this was the last one. And I ran as soon as it exploded.
"Tsk"I gritted with my teeth. Drug dealers.
And I ran. Far, Far away. but closer to the source of this madness.
So guys I do not think i am continuing this story, because I had very little time to finish it. Sorry guys!
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