We as humans fear death. This statement remains true in our fluctuating universe. No matter how you look at it, or how much you deny it, it simply is true. We fight and we lie and we create a fire in our hearts as we scream our biases. But where do we run when the fires of the past burn too bright for us to stand? The answer is anywhere. Anywhere that isn't where the problem lies. So when we as humans killed off our own kin slowly, it'd be only natural for them us run. So we ran. We ran and ran deep underground into the tunnels we created. We are many, but I am one. One that is named Nick Rosemary, and I am one of these humans that dwell deep underneath the earth. In a place very rightfully called The Retreat. But what if we are too clustered? What do we do when the bastion from our mistakes become a mistake itself? We run, and we don't look back. But where do we go when there's nowhere to run? We kill. We kill the things that aren't necessary. We kill our young. I am but one of these young that is subjected to this process of running from the fears created by death. I am in the Extermination Exams, and I live solely to die.

This novel was removed from dictatorships in Europe during the the 1920s and 1930s. From Wikipedia: "The Call of the Wild is a novel by American writer Jack London. The plot concerns a previously domesticated dog named Buck, whose primordial instincts return after a series of events leads to his serving as a sled dog in the Yukon during the 19th-century Klondike Gold Rush, in which sled dogs were bought at generous prices."

Poetry from the mind of myself.