~Chapter 4~

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(Had to leave it on a cliffhange😉)
The Muchachan thundered towards the car, scavenging for pray that wasn't even there.
I legend it to an old, destroyed building, tipical for me to run into the arrest most dangerous
building that was there.
Upon entering, the overwhelming smell of gas, rotting flesh; burnt wood filled my nostrils. I walked to the 6th floor and peared out of the window, forgetting I was the only person left. My eyes teard up as memories flooded into my head happy, sad and horrifying memories, but there was one that was as clear as day....
The day I witnessed my mother being killed. I could to seek vengeance but I can't really do that now seeing as I'm the only person being left on this lonely world. It takes the fraze "it's a small world" to a hole new meaning.

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