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Alex laid back on his seat on the beach. He had only a piece of cloth on covering his private though everyone for the most part had. They had had to have found a way to live as modern day cities had collapsed after a great famine and anarchy came upon. For those who had evacuated they had not lived long, shot down by the army. He had gotten away with a group of friends before it all. Having their expenses paid by their parent's. He was only sixteen at the time however the eighteen year old had quickly become a tyrant during this peak of devastation. When other vacationers sought to rise above himself he had slit their necks only allowing those who were of peace, and friendship within his own mind to live on. Despite the anger he had received for doing such thing he was doing it to protect himself, and most of all his friend's and his own families.