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It had been years since the war began. It all started with the McDonalds on main street closing down, the rest of the fast-food restaurants following. A young man walked the streets, tugging at his jacket that was littered with rips and holes. The entire American population was starving; no one has a clue as to what they needed to do to survive. The streets were abandoned, the buildings were covered in graffiti and almost every car had been looted.
This is a dark time.
A large crowd began to grow on the opposite side of the street that he was on, their whispers and muffled talking growing louder by the second. He approached them with a confused glance, pushing through shivering and irritable people until he reached the front of the crowd. A shaky gasp escaped his lips as he looked over what stood before him.
There had been rumors of a figure–, a savior, perhaps– that roamed the
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That’s what she always thought to herself. Not knowing anyone, she didn't know what it felt like.
“How does one become happy? What is happiness? …How do you find it?”
You see, the girl was alone in this world; everything she saw was black. No light, no food, no people, no life.
She just spent her days lying on the floor, curled up to protect herself from the mysterious world around her.
She had tried before playing games she made up to pass the time, but it only reminded her of how lonely she was.
She had no memories of being here; nothing to look back on, nothing to look forward to. Nothing to feel.
The thoughts of leaving this world permanently always sprang into mind, but how would she do that?
With no signs of anything around, there was nothing to get the job done.
Could she even die? She had survived all this time with no way of nutrition, after all.
Was there no escape?
She had t