Cold, but Still Human

Alright. Started writing and planning this since eigth grade, stopped a year later in ninth grade. I have so so so many google docs + pages for this. It was supposed to be my greatest work but my writing style wouldn't have developed until tenth grade.

I do plan to rewrite this. I have way too much prepared for this and so I refuse to let it go. I'm probably going to make it into a The Last of Us kinda thing because that's the vibe I get writing it. It will be better, promise.

Civilization's long been forgotten,
All that's left are survivors and corpses.
With a knife and gun in each hand,
We're cold, but still human.