(so I know I haven't posted in a while school and other stuff has kept me busy but i've written a lot of chapter 3 so the whole chapter might be out soon but no promises. So here's the preview.)
Me and Mark dash to the store, leaves crunching beneath our feet. We make it to the store and see that it's been set ablaze. "Now what?" Mark questions. "I don't know, we're back to being almost out of supplies, if we can't figure out something soon then the bloodshed won't be caused only by the poptarts." I say. "Was anyone able to save anything?" I questioned. "I mean there were a few bottles of water and some stale chips." Mark replies. "I guess we can bring them back to the base and- wait , how'd you know they were stale?" I ask. "..." he doesn't reply. "You didn't." I look at him in disbelief. "So what are we going to tell people?" He changes the subject. I sigh, "I don't think we should tell people for now, I don't want to cause panic especially if we can figure out some solution." I say.
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Poptartopia
Mystery / ThrillerA world were poptarts rule the world and the last remaining humans have to save it.
