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The Lesser of Two Evils pt4Part 4 CHAP 1The Lesser of Two Evils pt4
The four of them had moved out of the crater and under the cover of a broken building. Except for Zair, he needed the water to help heal him. Zair and Zith had reconnected after the corruption had left them, but Zair didn't like it. Zith still had those murderous thoughts of Ash. He truly believed that the only way to save the world from total destruction was to kill every last human. Never mind the personal vendetta. He let her live for now because he had a deeper purpose ahead of him.
When they had gotten to full strength again, t
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The Lesser of Two Evils pt3Part 3 CHAP 1The Lesser of Two Evils pt3
Many years later...
Civilization was being rebuilt. The thousands upon thousands of people rescued started over with the help of the Mals. There were doctors, priests, engineers, soldiers, farmers, cooks, architects, and everything else one can imagine. They had their skills but they nearly had to start over, for all of their information and tools had been lost. Trial and error was the name of the game for a while, with buildings collapsing and crops dying. But with their saviors at their backs, anything was possible. Within months,
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The Lesser of Two Evils pt2Part 2 CHAP 1The Lesser of Two Evils pt2
The two not-quite-humans walked towards the last humans. The Lou and Ash began to stir, because how did they know that they weren't next? They had no idea of the motivation or reason or anything substantially trustworthy about these...things. For all they knew, death was imminent at the hands of their saviors. Or savior, if one prefers.
Hal wasn't helping of course. He was on the verge of getting on his knees and worshiping the newcomers as if they were gods. Because, technically, they were.
A thought crossed Lou's mind
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The Lesser of Two Evils pt1Part 1 CHAP 1The Lesser of Two Evils pt1
Bloody hands drip profusely as a man slowly works to attach a demonic amplifier to a microphone headset. While he's working, he rips of a symbol most of this world would know. He is in the UN headquarters. Fires are slowly burning the carpet, devouring flags, and charring desks. Bullet holes riddle the walls and furniture. The carpet is soaked in blood. All the world leaders have been slaughtered. Some by the friendly fire of the military guards, others by explosions, but most have been sliced to pieces at the hands of Bartaq. &
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