Chapter 1: In The Beginning...

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    And the world burned. And a great flame devoured the world. And so...

The world was touched with the gentle kiss of death and dispair. Read here, the world is fragile. With the slightest bit of pressure, it can crack and break. And therefore, it needs inhabitants just as fragile. The human body is fragile.
    In two perspectives. To be physically weak is to have fatigue and soreness. To be mentally weak is to be lost. And that doesn't necessarily mean to not know where you are. It's more or less not knowing who you are. What you've done. What you can do. Self-doubt is a very common disease. Because, usually, it doesn't come alone. Depression and anxiety (in its' many forms), just to name a couple.  

    The human mind is fragile. To be fragile, is to be weak. To be weak is to be not good enough. To be not good enough is to be less than human. 

    Now, to be fragile in both perspectives is commonly related to being worthless.

    And she was certainly both. 

   She was on the run. She's been running, actually. Her chest was burning, throat dry, legs numb. She couldn't make it further, but she knew if she stopped, she was most likely going to be caught. And everyone knew what they did to "aborters." No one would help her. No one would want to help her. She was on her own.
  Her eyes close and fatigue starts to sets in. A yelp escapes her lips as a cold, harsh pain flashes through her legs. A crack. She didn't want to look. Her hand ventures a journey her eyes didn't dare take. She felt something warm, wet, and abundant. She didn't have to bring the hand up to eye level to understand the severity of her situation. Now on the ground, she cried out. Ringing echoes in and out of her ears. A loud bang vibrates. Something climbs up her throat and spews out of her mouth. The warm substance leaks out and her head bangs against the cold concrete, leaving a throbbing pain in its place. Before her vision completely darkens and her consciousness escapes her, footsteps cling to her eardrum.

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