Running, stumbling, falling, then getting back up again.
You'd expect something like that from one of those little skinny ass white girls from the Scream movie franchise. Or the line on some old bastards heart monitor when it flatlines and he suddenly start breathing again and there's a big collective sigh from the cousins, uncles and aunts because they won't be inheriting that couch or dining set they fought so hard over the week before.
It sucks enough that this shit has been real life for me, at least for the past five minutes I've been feeling like a fat bitch. Running, out of breath and my chest is tight and I'm starting to feel like Dolly Parton. This is too much for a fat ass like me to be on my feet this long yet alone, running.
"Like, what the hell does this dude even want from me." This entire shit train makes me want to just go ahead and cut my fucking legs off.
"Fuck!" I slap my leg. look down and a thorn is snatching on one of my long ass leg hairs.
My name is Serafino don't ask how i decided on that name. I just woke up one morning in this thing. A simulation, a world, a planet? I still don't know what to call this place. But besides the main point, I'm the first and only thing to live, breathe or exist in it.
I don't know my purpose or what this place is that seems to never end, at least on foot I haven't seen much yet. I don't even really know what I am but I guess I'm what the man on the intercom calls, a human?
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