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    Hey. Welcome to hell, or, I mean, my world. Same thing.      Anyways, as badly as you may want out of here, sorry, but you can't. Once you're in this place, which I assume you are, since you're reading this, then you can't get out. Maybe you got sucked into this hell hole like everyone else, including my dad. Just about everyone here claims that their home had been ruined by the War, and they were looking for a place to stay and feed their families. They saw this beautiful shining glass dome, glowing white with promise against the ashen sky and polluted air. The plants were green, the streets clean, the buildings gleaming. The air was cr

Chapter 1    Katie Marie Shae was very rooted in her day to day life. She would wake on weekdays at 7:15 a.m. on the dot, and lay in bed until 7:20 trying to really wake up. Once she could lift herself out of the dream in which she had spent the night, she would get out of bed, put some clothes on, wash her face, and head downstairs for breakfast at exactly 7:35. She would eat (and be done by 7:40), organize her school bag, find her shoes (which were always by the front door so the verb 'find' in that phrase is highly unnecessary) and retrieve her homework from the desk that she had worked on the night before. She would be standing next to