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Info: It's been about a year since the attack on Manhattan. Rob, Lily, and Beth are the only known survivors out of all their friends. They are, unfortunately, still in Manhattan, despite their wanted urge to leave. So, what would happen if CLOVERFIELD STRUCK AGAIN!? It mainly will be coming from behind a new dude who's video taping it, and all new friends accompanying Rob, Lily, and Beth, as well as occasional POV's possibly. It starts out where Rob is describing the recent activities that have helped them recover from that fateful night exactly one year ago. Then it switches to the events and everything else. What will happen? Who will live? Who will die? Who will flee? Will anyone befriend it? Will anyone betray? Read to find out the answers to these and plenty more questions you may have.

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So, yeah, it's been one of those years. You know, something seems to go horribly wrong, and you're forced to deal with it. That's exactly what's been going on since that night. Lily, Beth, and I are currently living in an apartment just in the center of the newly rebuilt Manhattan. Exactly one year ago to this day, all that we had come to know and love, was ripped from our grasps. My brother, Marlena, Hud, all of them and plenty more friends, were killed in the attack. Multiple buildings were destroyed, many injured, many dead. All of our possessions lost. We had to start all over again, after that thing attacked. No one knows why it attacked or even where it came from. All we know, is that it scared the living daylights out of us, and practically took everything from us that made life worth living. But, we're not going to give up. We may have lost practically everything that ever meant anything to us, but, Lily, Beth, and I are still here. And we're not giving up. We've already made our decision, Jason, Marlena, and Hud wouldn't want us to give up over this, they'd want us to keep living and go on with our daily lives, right? I mean, they didn't want to die, lord only knows, none of us wanted to die. No one knew that we were going to get attacked and people were going to be killed. Hell, if we knew that, we would've been outta there a week before it even happened. We didn't want any of that, we didn't want anyone to get hurt, or for our homes to be destroyed. We've witnessed it. Families being torn apart, the city being destroyed, lives being taken. Hell, my own brother died. It's hard to take in, everything that went on. Right after things calmed down, Lily, Beth, and I were found by a bunch of military people, who brought us straight into the hospital. Beth and I both had to go under surgery, Beth for her shoulder, and myself for my leg. Lily was in a total state of panic. I can understand why. Watching the one person you love more than anything in this world get killed, watching a close friend get eaten, and another explode after being bitten. Lily's still panicky. Beth and I have had to restrain her once or twice this week alone. Lily, Beth, and I are living together. You know how it goes, you witness all this, and you're like, " I can't do this alone. I have to have someone staying with me." So, we decided to share an apartment together. Hence the reason I'm sitting in this cramped living room. We're trying to get into a bigger place, but, seeing as I lost my job because I couldn't make the flight to Japan, that's kind of out of the question currently. We're doing as much as possible to make this work. Luckily, we're holding on just fine. Three friends, living in an apartment, with just enough money to pay the rent, electricity, water, pay for food, and clothing, a little extra spending money left over, but not much. We're saving whatever we have left over so we can move to a bigger place. At the rate we're going, it'd probably take a whole lifetime to raise enough money to move out of state. So, we're still stuck here, in this newly quoted hell-hole of a town we call Manhattan. Restoration of the city has been coming along nicely. The CNN tower was just finished last week, and the Statue of Liberty got it's head back nearly a month ago. Everyone who is still here in Manhattan, which, let me tell you, isn't a pretty picture, not many people survived that night from what we understand, or else, those who did moved immediately. Anyways, everyone who is still here, has been pitching in to help restore the city. We're doing pretty well if I must say so myself, but it's still not the same. Our friends, well, we're the only ones we have right now other than these two girls named Sonya and Star. Oh, yeah, and John, he's a cool dude. We met in the hospital. We were all checking out on the same day, at the same time, and as we were waiting, we got to talking, and quickly became friends. Turns out that Star and Sonya are twins, and they lost their parents, siblings, and grandparents. John had lost both his mother and step-mom, his father, younger brother, and his dog in the attack. They were pretty upset over it when we talked to them in the hospital, but, now that it's been a year, they're doing pretty well. The three of them are doing the same as Beth, Lily, and me. The two girls and John are living in an apartment together. In fact, their apartment is right across the hall from ours. We come over to each other's place every night. Like, yesterday they came to our apartment, so tonight, we're going to theirs. It's a nice thing though, having friends who live right across the hall, who went through the exact same thing as you did, on the exact same night, and lost people you cared about. You have someone to talk to, someone who understands everything you're going through, ya know? It's like you're in a whole other world, to know that you've got people who stand by you, who know what you're going through, who understand everything that's made your life a living hell. It's comforting to know that no matter what happens, you can make the best out of a situation, even if it's not that easy. It's not all that easy, to think of the good things after something like this. All you want to do is mourn over your losses. All you ever think is, " What would've happened if I had done this?" or " Would this ever have happened if I had sacrificed myself?" or even " Would this even have happened, had I not agreed to take that job over in Japan?" It's strange, but, if you think about it, despite all of our losses, we really are lucky. There's a lot of stuff you've got to be thankful for. I mean, you've got the fact that you're still alive, that you've got one or two friends who will stick by you no matter what, and sometimes more friends than that, you're surviving on what little money you have and the government is helping you pay for whatever else you need that you can't afford on your own. I've been thinking lately, and, I've come to the conclusion, Lily, Beth, and I are really lucky to have each other. We're lucky to be alive. We're lucky that we've got new friends like Sonya, and Star, and John who know what we're going through. It's a great feeling. It's all good... It's all good...