It's been 2 months since this plague started, 2 months since I lost my family, 2 months since I lost everything I ever had, everything I ever dreamed of. This life of mine progressively gets worse as each second passes by. From milliseconds to seconds to minutes to an hour and so on. It all feels too ethereal that it sends my mind into a state of oblivion. Am I even real? The question fills my blank mind as I force myself to stand up and get out my bed, realizing I have to get some loot so I can survive this hell hole of a world I was born into. I wonder what else awaits me as I progress further.
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