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Synopsis:-

After a freak nuclear blast. The adults have reposed and the kids have been mutated. What would you do now?
Will you live your life peacefully or wage a war??
Will you protect others or yourself??
Follow Oliver as he tramples through the wastelands to search for a place to call his home.

It was the year 2035 on the island of Norwik in the middle of the Pacific ocean a freak nuclear accident had taken place the island has been contaminated, the adults have been reposed and the only survivor’s members are kids below 14 years old who have been mutated to possess uncanny powers. The world that they know is gone and in its place is a world full of savage monsters and terrifying people.

After 10 years of pain and suffering, the first head clan was formed to govern the lucky troop that escaped from being lab rats. The residents were overwhelmed with joy little did they know that this was just the beginning of even more pain.

Within a year of establishing the clan, the whole island was split into two. The Red hawks of the south and the Night blaze of the north fought with each other for the difference in their resources 
The south was less contaminated and relatively safer than the north which was highly contaminated and filled with monsters. To protect his sister, his friends, and his land Oliver decides to fight back against the night blaze.

The day I met my Scarlet Lily

Emerging from the capsules, we regrouped in the bustling lobby, a hub of activity and noise. Theo, the perennial crybaby, wailed and caused a ruckus in the adjacent capsule. Alice, although quiet, betrayed her tear-stained eyes, revealing her inner turmoil. We couldn't resist poking fun at Theo, using his cries as an opportunity for amusement. Amidst the commotion, I searched for Hana, and to my surprise, I spotted her emerging from her capsule with a cheerful expression, happily licking the toffee she had received. Not a hint of tears lingered on her face.

Astonished, I beckoned her to join our circle. However, her eagerness got the better of her, and she stumbled and fell. In a remarkable display of resilience, she quickly picked herself up and raced towards us, sporting a radiant smile. We asked if she was hurt, but she shook her head, dispelling our concerns. In that moment, I realized that her strength surpassed my own.

Guided to the next room, we were met with a solemn announcement. A modest test awaited us, prompting a collective sigh of resignation. We took our designated seats at individual tables, each adorned with an illuminated screen. It took a moment to comprehend that these screens were interactive displays. We were instructed to exert ourselves and answer the questions to the best of our abilities. As the questions materialized, we found ourselves taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances and sharing nervous chuckles. The inquiries delved into our favorite games and preferred foods. Swiftly, we jotted down our responses, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of this peculiar examination. With the test concluded, we were granted respite, allowed to frolic and play on the expansive lawn, always under the watchful gaze of a select few authorities.

These playtimes became an opportunity for bonding as more children joined our group. Laughter reverberated through the air as we played and sang together, momentarily losing ourselves in the blissful realm of childhood innocence. Days melded into a week, and Aunt Carol remained a steadfast presence, offering a glimmer of familiarity and solace. However, the subsequent Monday ushered in a significant change to our routine. Playtime was curtailed, making way for additional injections and an intensified focus on academic studies. Once again, we found ourselves immersed in the dreary world of conventional schooling, the initial excitement waning into ennui. We were summoned twice daily, enduring the morning injections and having our blood collected in the evening. The repetitive nature of this regimen took its toll, with many of us falling ill. Adding to our mounting apprehension, some of our fellow children were inexplicably whisked away, leaving us to grapple with an unsettling realization: the future seemed uncertain.

Chapter 6: Our New Routine