PROLOGUE

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The man's face was ashen gray. His clothes were simple and white but stained with dirt and water. He coughed in pain. I didn't know who he was or what he went through, but he took my hand and led me through dozens of corridors until we stepped outside a hidden door. I was sweating and afraid, with no idea of what will happen after the disease the scientists failed to control. I followed the man, placing my other hand over my mouth to protect myself from breathing in that awful disease. We walked in silence to who knows where. 

I am Annabeth, and I'm one of the survivors from the 2042 world disaster.

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