I wake from the same cry's again, not knowing what they are, but I stand an pack my thing and prepare to look for other people. As I walk threw the shadow of death I come up to a man being hanged from a telephone pole, covered in blood an his stomach wide open, passing him by, it recked extremely bad, like the smell of rotten met or burnt flesh, "yuck fucking what the hell?!!??" I step on intestine's an vomit on it, "ugh..fucking Christ....." I kept walking an it took me no where. I passed by a gas station an check in there, nothing much in there but a few can foods, water, an a place to sleep. I look out side an see the sun set, "well I know I'm sleeping here tonight."
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The book of John
Teen FictionMy name is John, an I maybe the last man on earth, this is my story, my path, my life.
