| Prologue |
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| In The Dark of the night, a scrawny brown hair blue eyed fourteen year old male walked into Jack's old room. He had sat in the same seat where Jack use to work, and where a shadow of the old orange computer layed. On top of the shadow was a manuscript. Written in letters was the title called "Our Story" By "Ellie of the MallRats". He became misty eyed and opened it. He read only these words It Began with a virus. Out of anger and suicidal thoughts he quickly grabbed a pen, and started to write the tales his mother was never able to finish. It had wiped my grandparents forth from the land we walk on. they themselves strived to live, and survive on their own. They dressed to signify themselves as a uniformity or as individuals, and through the endless amounts of make-up and hair dye they too would express how they felt and show beware signs and welcome signs to others. They formed into tribes, good and bad would walk the city. The good would hide, because of such tribes as the Loco's and the Chosen. There came a time when destructed ended, and the generation of rebirth was coming into order. The world had begun to grow in population. The tribes were settling down with young ones. So as you can there was no time to crave for power and chaos. Everybody for some reason had someone. You must remember my father. He was known as Jack the TechWizard, and my mother The Great Reporter Ellie. I am the first born to them my name is Owen, and I'm to continue my mother story. For as you know they aren't are here any longer the virus has come back to haunt the new generation. Owen then wiped his eyes and yawned and walked back to his bed. Where the rest of the bewildered teenagers lied together as a group on the night when the virus had come back. |