Chapter 2

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His story was very similar to mine. He went threw the mystery black fog. But the weird thing was that he only broke his arm. the person who stitched him up said it would heal in about a month or so. Well at least he was not as hurt as I was. I asked him how old he was he said 25. He was a lot luckier than I was. I asked him how long he has been down here and he said its been to long to count. I felt real bad for him. Then I saw a steam of tears flood down his face as he ran threw the rich deep black fog. That about made me ball until I ran out of tears. Filled with sadness, a tear trickled down my cheek and plotted down to the ground. They started to flood down the ridges of my cheeks. I sat there and stared at that creepy black fog. And it seemed like it would never end. As i dazed of into the darkness this feeling came to me. I did not know anybody else here. And the other people looked so forlorn to be in a crappy ass place like this. I also felt like this too. As I kept on staring into the darkness Nothing seemed to shift about it. Then he thought since i am here and they fixed me up, I should pay them back with some work. 

                                                                               

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