Mays POV
I woke up and looked around. It was dawn. The sun was just rising. Dawn was up and staring at the sunrise. My stomach growled. We haven't eaten anything in a while. Dawn noticed this and looked at me. Hers growled as well. We got up and stretched. I yawned. There was a garbage can nearby. We walked over hoping to find something. Dawn reached in and found knives. She smirked. "Perfect." She said and put them into her pocket. Having protection for yourself was rare if you lived like we did. It was rare but so, so needed. She handed me one. And we ran off.
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De Todo~The world is not what we dream it would be. What we thought or hoped it would be. With murder, pain, crimes against humanity, crimes against human nature, beyond crimes of hell. The world outside is not the one we read about in the books or the sto...
