Literature
Without Purpose (Rewrite) - Chapter 3
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA: 15 YEARS AFTER DOOMSDAY Hours turned to days, day to weeks, weeks to months, and so on. It was almost seven years later, just after his fifteen birthday, that Elliot would get any sort of clue as to who the two he'd met in the school were. Honestly, he'd almost completely forgotten about that day. It was entirely by accident that he discovered anything about them at all. First, he'd found out that their principal's absence was due to a small riot in a neighboring town, apparently the people there had claimed to see ghosts in the desert, which he was still unsure what that meant. It was important enough that the principal and former head of something called the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit had left immediately to see to it. Second, there were mentions of a duo roaming through the desert that an old security cam picked up. They were dressed like enforcers but were way too far out to have been part of any of the current deployments. Third, they had been headed in the
