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𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣:
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𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜
ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℂ𝕣𝕪
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𝕀𝕥 ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕟𝕖

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TW: VIOLENCE, EXPLOSIONS, THREAT, OTHER

When we got to the last city it was exactly like I'd been expecting. Jorge parked the car behind the shambles left behind of what I assume was once an office building, tall with lots of windows. In contrast, it was now a large pile of rubble with a square base.

Jorge looked around for a minute before walking over to a large cloth covered in debris. He beckoned Brenda over and she grabbed one corner of the sheet while he grabbed another. They both pulled the sheet off the floor in one clean swooping motion.

A thick cloud of dust and sand arose with the sheet smothering me in the sand storm. It made my head spin, and I coughed up something nasty before retaining my composure. The cloud faded, once again revealing the scene before me.

Brenda and Jorge lifted the sheet over the car, blanketing it in the off-white fibers. Well what the hell is the point in that? The shape ruined the car's disguise, turning it into a car-shaped blanket.

Me and Thomas exchanged disbelieving glances from opposite sides of the car. We began to walk into the thick of the graveyard of buildings, each one just as crumbled as the last. I walked beside Brenda, we were behind Thomas and Jorge.

My chest felt heavy, a sudden pain infecting my blood. It wasn't something physical- it was emotional. I felt a bizarre mix of guilt and sorrow. A form of grief I had not felt since the last time I saw Gally. His body slowly bleeding his life out through the cavity in his chest.

Why I felt this way? I have no idea. I tried my best to ignore it but it only seemed to grow worse the more we went on. A loud voice buzzed behind us, clear, yet it was strangely disoriented; it was coming from some kind of speaker.

"We are the voice of the voiceless!" We all slowed in out tracks, turning to look at the source of the noise. A roar came from the crowd we had turned around to, people raising there fists in the air as a sign of approval and agreement.

"They hide behind there walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!" The voice was masculine and whoever was speaking spoke proudly.

I finally distinguished the speaker. They were sat on top of a black van, speaker in hand. They were surrounded by a few others, but unlike the man who was speaking they all wore masks. Crowds shuffled in front of me as the vans engine revved while it edged through the crowds.

The man continued his rant, and I got out the way of the van. The closer it got, the stranger I felt, though I still don't know why. The crowds moved hastily out the way of the van, not caring for those surrounding them.

It became clear that this was the sort of place you have to fend for yourself. Somebody knocked me over, I fell to the ground, catching the earth beneath me as I landed on my wrists. The harsh gravel grazed me, leaving small dots of blood to linger in there absence.