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I’m giving up. It’s a tough pill to swallow because I’m only three years into University. But I’ve lost my parents in the last couple of weeks. It’s only a matter of time before I get sick and turn into one of the stalking infected or I get caught and abused by looters. I’m tired of all the death, and living in fear is exhausting. Now men from the work camps up north are heading my way. I can hear them getting closer, and my back’s against the wall—or the cliff–to be more accurate. I’d rather be dead than this lonely and terrified. |
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