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You look up at the cracks in the ceiling. Rays of sunshine pour through bringing your (e/c) eyes to life. You blink a few times as if realizing what you're doing. You sit back down sending a cloud of dust and dirt adrift. The cloud clears and you lay down, resting your head on your fathers black gas mask.  Both of their bodies laying next to each other on a bed of books. Their skin pale and my god how wrenching the smell was. It is so damp down in the basement that decomposition takes place sooner. You scrunch your nose up and turn the other way facing the stair case that leads up to the outside world. 


Your stomach grumbles louder that ever, sounding like a mad dog. You clutch your stomach as it continues to growl. You haven't eaten in about a week, maybe more. You could eat the flesh of your parents.. but that wouldn't be right.. you don't even like the taste of human!! Well you never tried.. but you're not gonna take the risk and get sick. You sit up tired of being hungry and stand slipping on your (f/c) and black colored gas mask. You adjust it so it fits properly and grab your (f/w) marching upstairs and shielding your eyes from the bright burning sun.

You look around the city ruins as you make your way around looking for food. You walk on for a few hours finding nothing at all edible. You give up and start to walk back when you notice a small building with a sign that read "BBQ". Your mouth watered at the thought of just tasting some seasoning. However giving the kind of person you are you remain cautious and think if its really a good idea to check the small restaurant out.


*Chapter 4 if you choose to enter*

*Chapter 5 if you choose to leave and look somewhere else*


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