Standing before a line of men with rifles, back up against the wall may seem like an uncivilized way to go. Truth told, that’s a pretty accurate way to say it. I refused to go with civilization and their folly. I’m a treasonous anarchist, sure. I am also free.

Fire.

Tags: mini saga, World War Free

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