Hunger [HIATUS]

Do you know what the problem with the people around you is?
They die.
Maybe you think it's because of the line of work they have chosen, a twisted turn of fate or very bad luck, but you are still here, aren't you?
The city can rot, the world can burn, but you are still standing. Against all the odds you are still alive.
Fate it's an interesting thing, isn't it?
But maybe it isn't; maybe it's not fate at all.
Maybe it's only you.
Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought that maybe they might've been right all along? Have you ever thought you are cursed?
Only, the target of that bad luck isn't yourself but whoever has the misfortune to come into contact with you.
You are like the carrier of a plague, spreading the contagion.
A walking calamity that kills everything it touches.
------FIRST DRAFT-----

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