Something terrible has happened. The world has run out of fucks. Perhaps it was because we used them so irresponsibly, being offended by meaningless words. Everyone thinking they were so special.
At first, I thought nothing would change. Just 3 days after the fucks ran out, productivity was absolute zero. No one is growing food, working at factories, power's out and now there are two types of people. Lazy and rude.
I knew this would happen. Not that I cared. Right now, I have to care, if I dont, I will die. I have fucks. I try not to overuse them. I can not run out.
On a better part of all this, I have total freedom. No cops, no parents, free stuff. Its perfect, atleast until food runs out.
Im learning how to grow food, start fires and clean water. I dont see myself ever needing to know, though. Im also reading books, learning how to get or make fucks. I feel like I should care about doing something to get people to give a fuck, even if its their own fault.
I never gave a fuck, therefore I have fucks. Fucks cant be shared, they come from within. If I can't make people give a fuck, Ill go live alone, somewhere secluded, where people who care will come with me and will grow together as a team.
My name is Owen, Im 18 and I have fucks.
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All Out
Bí ẩn / Giật gânAlot stopped caring. Some never cared. Many died. Owen, after his mother's death, has to care. Search for food and people and take down any dangers.
