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Kristin Brewer
Stories (2/0)
Eight Seconds
Eight seconds. Just eight seconds of pure adrenaline where time stood still and those seconds felt like they turned into hours. I could feel everything in slow motion. The gate flung open and the bull beneath me charged into the arena, bucking and turning in a desperate attempt to throw me off. I could feel the sweat rolling down my neck and into the collar of my shirt as my nerves started to drift away.
By Kristin Brewer3 years ago in Fiction
The Bloodlust
Willow Graves was taken from her mother when she was ten years old during what was now known as the “separation”. It was a time when the government came in and ripped thousands of children away from their parents in an attempt to “ensure the future of the human race”. The virus had taken everything from them and now the government was taking what was left of their families. They put the children into camps based on their age range. They were guarded closely day and night. It made no difference though, the virus caused a chemical change in the human mind. It drove them mad with rage and a bloodlust that could never be satisfied. When the virus eventually found them, the children were defenseless to it and many of them died quickly. Cities had been bombed to destroy the creatures the virus had turned humans into and now many places were too radioactive for survivors to go near. The creatures still lurked, adapting mutations because of the chemicals the military had rained from the sky in an effort to kill them. They were built for this wasteland, built to hunt and rule it.
By Kristin Brewer3 years ago in Fiction