Team2

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Are you confused?
Let me explain it in a different way

There used to be so much people
But as usual, something had to go wrong.
Three teams decided to destroy everything. Yes, I was in one team.
I didn't fight, none of us had to.
A nuke here and there, also a few bombs.. It was terrible..
They made us watch. The survivors, it was torture, we had to watch the things that we did while being told that what we did was right.

I know that it wasn't. But I used to believe otherwise. I saw the truth when everything was falling apart, again. Everybody from my team, team2, had to stay inside and close the windows and doors. They took everyone to a different team. Team1 or Team3, they had to choose. When they came to my house, my brother came to me. He knocked me out, he didn't want them to find me. Or so I thought.. When I woke up, the first thing I noticed, was that I was wearing a gas mask. I decided to ask my brother why he did that, but I soon realized that I was all alone. I took the gas mask off. Bad idea, I know, but it could have been worse. It became a terrible idea at the moment that someone knocked on the door. The first scare I gave him was the awful wound on my face, the second scare was that I was holding my gas mask. "You are being exposed to radiation. And not wearing a gas mask. Are you insane?" He said, I replied with "Yap". He turned around and walked away. I closed the door and I sat down on the stairs. The door opened again, the boy told me "Everyone is gone, you are all alone. This place is now a warzone". I got up and walked to him, slowly, taking my time. "My story began here, I. Am. Not. Leaving." I whispered in his ear. He turned around and walked away again. I stood there for a moment, wondering what I was supposed to do. But I already knew it. I threw my gas mask at the wall. If this is a warzone, I should prepare. I'm not leaving. I will stay. I promised it to my boyfriend. I will keep my promise, he's dead, but that won't make me forget my promise. My heart, my home, my memories. I keep them here. So I will stay here. I walk to the mirror and I look at the wound on my face. Won't be a scar soon.. The gas mask must have made a wound, it looks bad but still clean. Strange, but not deadly. I walk into the kitchen to look at the food that's left and to find a few weapons. I hope that some will see the truth and join me to fight back, but for now I am alone. And I must prepare.