This is probably my favorite of the shorts I wrote, it feels like it has the most meaning.
I pretty much summed up how I felt about the whole thing with their conversation at the end, and it's what I believe. There is no God. If there is some kind of ultimately powerful being, either it doesn't care or is too alien to care or, I don't know, maybe it's cruel and malevolent. But the point of the matter is there is nothing in life watching our for us, not even the institutions we have created to do so.
So we have to watch out for each other. It's one of those things that sounds like an after school special, like meaningless platitude bullshit, but at this point, I think we've almost gone in the other direction. Now it's cliched to not give a fuck, cruelty is now, in some cases, worshiped and sensationalized.
I feel like people get stuck in this loop of wanting to solve problems, but being unable to solve ALL the problems, so they end up solving NONE of the problems. I don't know, I'm rambling and probably no one is actually going to read this but I just think people should help other people out on a day-to-day basis, because no one's watching our for you except the people who care about you, and a lot of people don't have people who care about them. Or care enough to help, anyway.
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Small Acts of Kindness✔️
Short StoryA companion short story set after Necropolis 4: Terminal. Drake Winters is a man lost. For six months, he has relentlessly tracked Enzo, the man he holds responsible for the death of his best friend and brother-in-arms, Trent. But now, Enzo is dead...
