New hope.

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I woke up.
Right there where I collapsed.
No hero to save me.
All heroes were dead.
Killed by him.
Killing all hope with it.
But as I kneeled on the ground thinking about what to do I saw a red old pice of aluminium on the ground.
An empty bottle.
An empty Coke bottle.

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