In the End

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The floor was cold and hard against my cheek. My eyes fluttered open and took in the surroundings. Everything was bright and hazy , though I sensed no living thing beside me. it looked like a hospital. All I could hear was my heavy breathing echoing back to me. My forehead, beaded with sweat and every inch of my body paralysed.
Where was I ?
How did I get here?
Kidnapped?
My..okay this was scary but what was my name?
My memory was just a big question mark. There was only one way to find out. I had to move on. But where? I was trapped in something I could not escape from. I was trapped in a wasteland.

THE END

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