nothing standin' in our way;

It was the year 2025. All hell had broke loose. It was like world war three was finally happening.. Every country fighting against each other this time. No one knows what provoked the sudden war.. But, in the end.. it seemed like nothing.. no one.. was left. The world was twenty times worse now, the air polluted.. all the grass had died. But.. slowly, things began to come back to life - it seemed. It rained, and the grass and plants and trees began to grow back, brighter and greener than before. The atmosphere seemed to clear itself, the air much better to breath.. It was like Earth was reviving itself. And then one day, birds were singing. And the next day, there were deer grazing. Every day for a month, the world's animal population was coming back. From where? Who knows. Maybe they knew the war was coming and saved themselves somehow. Even some new animals started appearing.. but, they weren't exactly new. They were similar to like.. dinosaurs. Rough skin or scaly, and some walked on two legs. Some grazed while others would prey.. Either way, the Earth was doing wonderfully now, better than it ever had been.

It was then the year 2030. A stone plate covered by vines moved on the ground, and then was heaved to the side. Everything was silent.. even when a head popped up. Not animal.. no, not animal. Human. It was a human..? And then there was another head, and another head and so on. How did they survive? How did they end up there? So many questions. The humans came out of their hiding. Knowing there was nothing left of their old world, they began to start over. They wouldn't talk about what happened. As if there was someone new to tell. It was only them, a group of twenty, at the beginning.. Weapons were made. Bow and arrows, spears, knifes, clubs. It was like life was restarting, but not. Because in these humans minds, they knew everything that had happened. They would make their own clothes, build their own houses.. And soon, they had a village. And no technology, nothing to destroy this place like they had before.. It wasn't long before others from around the world found them in a search for other human life and survival. Their population grew before too long.

One hundred years later, 2130, and everything was the same. The children and grandchildren of the survivors from the war years ago were still thriving. There were some problems, though... a separate group of people, the Zebulun's, who lived over the mountains; they were turning into.. dictators, more less. They wanted to be the rulers, over more people than the slaves they had as it was. But none of the others would stand for it. They weren't going to bow down to this other group of people who wanted to control them. And so they fought. The Zebulun's would plot and try to take over the Reuben village, but the Reuben's would fight back. They were strong, warrior like, and they always won. The Zebulun's wouldn't give up, though, the Reuben's knew that. They wouldn't stop so easily..

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