Once in a world, I thought it was over. Everything was destroyed. It seemed so dark in the end; like the sun would never rise again. We had lost hope merely days ago because everything we used to know is gone; nothing is left. This is no longer our world it belongs to the dead. We are just visiting no longer living in our world. We fear for our lives hoping we don't become the deads supper, and we pray we don't lose anyone else to suicide; that they don't take the easy way out, that they atleast try before forcing a bullet for there last meal. The dead is the predator, we the cattle are the prey. This is the new world… Get used to it.
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