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Ironically, I used to be scared of rats, those filthy animals that transmit diseases, living among trash, eating whatever they can find even if it’s rotting away. Today I’m living just like one.
Barren land is all I see around, the skeleton of a town, and I’m the rodent that crawls around the walls. To be honest, I don’t know why I’m still alive, or better said, how I’m still alive; I was never fit to last this long, I shouldn’t have. I was lucky, the help I got at the beginning was enough to set me up for success… if you could even call it that.
Now I live out of spite, I refuse to let my own mind take me out, I didn’t do it before and I won’t do it now, not in a world like this one, that would be pathetic.
Solitude is a silent killer, running in a constant state of panic makes you numb, seeing with your own eyes how people lose their humanity breaks you down one by one till you hit their level.
Survival at all cost, whatever that might mean to you, nothing matters more than your own damn life, if you don’t lose yourself you won’t make it out here, in the barren land where the undead reign and the living run.
“Do you think surviving out here is worth it? Living in this hell?”
“No.. but I have you, that is worth every second of this”
