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..."Whoaw" Martin woke up from a big knockout, he felt his forehead, a stream of blood was streaming from his forehead. He looked even worse then he already looked, "What the hell was that" He looked at the area, the dark grey walls that were once part of the store were now part of the earth, The whole store was blown up to pieces. "MARK!?, NIHA!?" Shouted Martin, He was afraid that the only two people that were left on this damned place have died. "He began to search desperatly after the two, While he was scouting the area he thought by himself what that blast could be. "How could i have survived?, the blast was huge, and the crater that thi

New chapter The three had walked for an half our together, Niha and the others exchanged words together about that they think that could have happend. Niha was a young girl just turned 17. Her origins are indonesian and she is quite a nerd though her fighting skills were not to be joked about. She has a blackbelt in ninjutsu and can do two forms of taekwondo. Martin wonderd multiple things while they were walking. What are we doing here, what does Niha have to do with us. "Niha, what school were you on?" he asked. "Sterling highschool" she answered. "I don't get it, what do you have to do with us, why isn't my family here, why are ther

Martin ran as fast as he could though what he didn't see was a huge block of wood. "DAMN!" shouted Martin, he fell down on the ground and Mark rushed in to help him. "C'mon Martin we have to run!" he said. "Watch out!" shouted Martin as he pushed mark away from him. The "thing" has nearly hit Mark with the razor sharp knifes that he has. Mark stood up and run to the thing without any hesitation. His look on his eyes was frightning, the pupils in his eyes grew and all the muscles in his body got stretched. "Keep away from him!" shouted Martin as he jumped at the thing with fist aiming at the hood that masked the thing's face. The thing fell do

“So where are we going” said Mark. “Somewhere where we can try to end this, Not in an emo way but there has to be a reason for all of this” replied Martin. They continued walking on what once was a playfield, Though it looked like and area all gray and black. It looked like there has been a huge bombarding here. The swing wasn’t standing anymore and a terrible smell of saddness surrounded the area. “I don’t like this place anymore” said Martin. “you’re right, this place isn’t wat it used to be.. And that in only 1 night time” replied Mark. “What do you think happened to the rest

Martin put his right foot in front with the knee bended. The left one backwards almost stretched and his fists were covering his face. Mark was surprised and stopped his uncontrolled movements and laughed “Kiddo what do you want to do” he said. “I’m gonna kick your ass punk”. Replied Martin. He threw his left fist at Mark’s head, Mark was startled and said: “Woah you’re getting faster, time to take things serious”. Martins head was filled with anger and rage but also with fear and sorrow. “How could this happen me standing here in a broken world, reality shifted everything gray. It seemed that

He went back in the house to put on some warm clothes, It was summer tough it felt like there was a strong wind lowering the temperaturer to 10 degrees celcius. He prepared some food to take with him. “I can’t stay here, i need to see if someone is around” he said. “How could this happen.. i mean.. god. Man.. arghhh” He fell down noticing that every thing he had was gone. “This can’t be true this must be a nightmare... Wait yes that’s it it’s a nightmare now if i pinch myself.. OUCH”. “Nooo!!” he yelled and he cried all his emotions away. 2 hours after his breakdown he got more certa

In a world as small as the Earth is, you would think life would be a coincidence. A one in a million chance; pure luck. Though chances may be that you are wrong... very wrong. This is a fictional story, based plainly on what I want and what I wish. I hope you enjoy it, cause I know I will. KIEYAAH, the loud scream was heard, loudly, throughout. Martin screamed this while punching with all his brute force. The sweat drops on his forehead multiplied while he was screaming and punching more and more intensely. KIEYAAH, again, a punch with all his strength. “MATÉ!” shouted the Sensei. Martin was in a sparring match in his sport na