Manuel woke with a start, chest pounding. It was early, the sun had only just begun to rise, but that didn't take away from his tear-stained cheeks. 'Must've been a bad dream...' he thought, climbing out and pulling on his clothes. As he began to wonder what it was, he remembered the journal, reaching under the bed to grab it, stashing it into his bag, leaving a note for Oscar when he woke up, closing the door as quietly as possible.
"Where's your friend, Mr Vernan?"
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A World of Grime
Science FictionThe world had met its end, but none that abused its resources perished. life now in ruin, people have no choice but to rebuild. Some decide to be better, and others decide to be worse. One such person to choose good is Manuel, a doctor for the im...
