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It was survival of the fittest.
She lived in the run down factory, not by herself. Yes she was alone but the groups of people who shared the same space on the first floor of the factory knew she didn't like being acknowledged, so they ignored her every time she climbed the broken and unsafe stairs that lead upstairs. It was empty and unstable.
Just as she was.
He had his own group, three people in total. He liked having people around, it gave him the sense that the world wasn't falling apart, even though it was. He to was empty though. Of happiness, hope, love. The three of them lived in an abandoned studio home in the center of the city. The brown wall paper peeling off the wall in flakes, the moldy wooden floor boards were pulled from the floor by the three men and boarded over the small window that was placed over a small splintered desk. Ripped and dirty blankets were all they slept on.
The people had turned into crazy criminals, thieves, murderers, crime was insane and the larger community loved that they could watch them suffer.
All they had to do was survive the madness.
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!Contains: Harsh language, alcohol/ drug abuse, sexual content, death, violence, etc. If you are not comfortable with reading any of the following or etc. then read at your own risk.
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