i woke up from a long lethargy, in somewhere desolate place. i reminisce my past life where i was been the technician gun specialist, i remember pieces of memory with my family, those were the happiest moments in my life. but they're gone, and i solitary now, hundred years for them, bun only one infinity moment for me. i recoiled at the thought. i see the symbols on the air, they show me the way to those who did this to me.
they are a sect of fanatics, they have a mandate that justifies all their actions. ordinary people called me the indomitable, so sect choice fell on me. they were subjected me to various indignities before my almost eternal sleep.
now i'm emphatic, like never before. i must do this, otherwise i can't fluent with my family on the other side. i have a plan, i will sneak up, when they will commemorate the 500th anniversary of the creation of their sect. i no longer feel compassion in my heart anymore. and my hand will be more accurate than the most avid hunter. it seems the end is near
1.
1. The Collins visit the city every week.
2. Frank is usually tired at the end of the day.
3. Do you ride horses every day?
4. Susan is never late to feed the animals.
5. Does dad always get up at five o'clock?
6. I am often busy in the mornings.
2.
1. I never wake up early in the morning.
2. Every year we pick vegetables at this time.
3. ✅
4.The cows often eat all of their food.
5. Mary always arrives late to the farm.
6.Mum cooks lunch for us every day.
3.
1) c 2) b 3) b 4) c 5) b 6) a 7) c 8) c 9) a 10) c
