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crying/ how it started

the year is 2027, and in 2025, a disease called the flair had been on an outbreak. it had spread and destroyed many cities on half of the equator. most signals were cut off, but then... there were cities that hadn't been touched. they had been so far from the disease, they'd gotten construct walls up before it could get to them. orders by WICKED of course. the city that dylan had been fled to, took extreme safety precautions. everyone donned masks, and before they'd step into a public place they'd be sprayed with a germ cleaner.

until, one day. one guard of the walls had been infected, and he'd planned with the cranks for the longest time on how they would attack WICKEDS base. finally, it was done. they rampaged through every part of the city, even seeing their loved one's seconds before they'd turn them into a fellow crank. Dylan and Thomas had just so happened to be at their college during the time of the attack. the time where friends were left behind, killed, or torn apart before them.

and by some fate, some luck... as Thomas had found shelter with a baby, and escaped the city... onto the countryside... he still felt worthless, as he couldn't protect the baby from its brutal fate.

leaving behind the chaos of traitors, near death; he had run into Dylan. Dylan, his everything since 5th grade. like that, as things got better, he realized Dylan wasn't the same. until Thomas had changed him, Dylan had been a quiet mess. Thomas had grown Dylan into his current self, and... he couldn't have been more proud.

Crying was a sense... Of prostration to Dylan. He never cried. His eyes never fluctuated, and tears never wavered in his coffee bean eyes. He was unbreakable, as he thought. He liked to go around deeming he had a pretty tough shell, never pushed over the edge, and nevermore on the brink of sadness. Maybe it was just because he couldn't really... Shed emotion, as he called it. Or maybe it was frankly because nothing ever threw him off.

Dylan was raised in Texas, on a state landmark orchard farm. Also a normal plantation. A farm where tears where victimised, particularly from the men. A farm with animals he'd murdered, and plants he'd pulled from their nurturing stems and roots, same with no roots nurturing him. A farm that people died on, and not just from natural causes or an animals sickness. A farm that really wasn't a farm.

Ever since Dylan had finally(after months of never being able to) put a spears bullet in his "pet" goats head, prior for sending them to the meathouse, he'd changed. Like killing that baby goat was ending humanity, and something in him snapped. He no longer felt like a 14-year-old doing his farms' duties, he just felt like a Dylan. A guy. With the name Dylan.

He showed no other disperse of his old persona, and never explicated anything more than that stone cold levelled look. Smiles he wore in public weren't genuine, and he'd fooled everyone he'd loved with his deep-set dimples.

His farm was simply a place where nothing was meant to be, not even human, and he'd be happy to end the farms long line of landmarked work.

For short, Dylan really felt nothing. No pain, grief, violence, and not even vexation when he'd watched his group of the last die. That switch of humanity was just... Turned off, and he needed someone to switch it back on for him.

Which is why... When his tears befell, tears corrosive during the fall... The girl they fell on had the most stupored face he'd ever witnessed.

They kept going and didn't stop. Not as he shot desperately, hoping the shots would make him overlook what he'd just done. The tears increased as he got into his damn car, and drove off, not taking a single glance back at the scene... Scared of seeing his face.
And... Then, Dylan realized... It felt so good to cry. Incredibly soothing, and lifting, relaxing even, to let all of that go. To see it all be scoured away by his sleeve, and feel it be torn from his thoughts.

The mantra of "it's going to be fine" he recited to himself, trying his hardest to believe that awful statement that'd gotten him through Ki-hong, Winston, gally, aris, alby, Thomas, and... kaya.