Prologue: Writer Of Origin

It was an average day. The sun was out and hot. The everyday work remaining the same. The people I knew talking the same. When we reached the bookstore, the scent of books felt just like home...And it only took a few seconds for the world to scream in our faces, as the apocalypse was about to begin.

And for some reason.

Only I knew how it was to happen.

Because I wrote the story as such.

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