still here

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After a few hours in the gas station Luke decided to keep moving forward. As he hiked down the empty roads, he tried to remember everything that happened before this madness started. He remembered his mother. She had beautiful long rose red hair and always had a smile on her face... until dad passed away. After he had had died, my mother got into drugs and alcohol. Which left me poor nine year old Luke. I lost my mother shortly after that when I was around twelve. She died from an overdose. My grandpa took me, for about four years. He died of old age. I was sixteen and alone again. I lived on the streets for a year. Then all of a sudden the power went out and every one was outside. Completely pissed off.

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