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COTW_Cloud-Strife Chapter 2CHAPTER 2
Throwing his bag to the dirt brown ground of the Eastern Continent, Cloud hopped over the side of the truck, it had taken days to get to Midgar from Nibelheim, mostly because of thein-progress state of the roads, with the time constraints of travelling from one side of the world to the other Shinra had set up several drop off points and pick-up points for any civilian travel. The bus from the Northern Area of the Western Continent would pass through the Red clay area of the Cosmo Region and stop at a small town called Gongaga, there either another bus would take you to Costa Del Sol, where yet another bus would take you to Junon and a either another bus or military transport from there to Midgar, or simply a slower ride on a small Truck, which would be double the time taken but two thirds the cost.
Considering how his back was aching, Cloud thought that maybe having a little less money would have paid off in sitting more comfortably and hav
CHILDREN OF THE WEST-FINAL FANTASY VII
The Story of Cloud Strife
A Glimpse into the Past, # 1
A normal boy by appearances, Cloud Strife-son of Seena and Kedreth Strife-was supposed to have a perfectly average life as the other children of his age, but he didnt.
It had all started during the day of his birth, August Eighth.
The doctors had said that there were no signs of problems throughout the pregnancy and when it was time for him to come into the world there were no visible signs of anything wrong with either the child or the mother, but as soon as the boy had been delivered, there was something about him that had been different.
As with all babies born during the current age, they were scanned for any Mako illnesses-Mako Power and the Shinra Company had only started building Reactors around the world recently and there had been cases of spillages and human contamination, which had been dubbed Mako Poisoning.
And the odd thing was that the S
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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