The distance hum of zombies approaching is the main thing on my mind id rummaging through the shịt left by the people who lived here before this(already shịthole)crumbles around us(?). Has everybody here met their demise? All the people? All gone? No, no dont cry about that shịt. Its happened now and no amout of begging will do anything. Gọddamnit!! No dont cry now! I wipe my running nose on my sleeve. Creaking? Shịt! The buildings going down! The next thing I know, i'm met by the cold...dirt?
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1youngest•hashira☆
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05/12/2024