The Craze, Book 2

The Craze, Book 2

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Part Two of The Craze. For humanity, all hope is lost. They've stopped talking, they've stopped doing, they've stopped thinking. And you can't dream when you don't think. They lost hold of even their subconscious ambitions, and so it turned against them. Reliance in technology produced only nightmares, and in turn conjured the innate sense of destruction. The very thing they had forged to bring themselves closer, as they thought, turned them against themselves. It became rules and borders that they broke, and the laws on their heart were broken. It's still there, the laws. The things that kept us alive, living, hopeful. Despite how destructive, how ruthless they became, there are those who can still recognize that thing within them. Who have memorizes this language. That thing that can get them some where other than this place. That can show them how to reach goodness.
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As I wake up, I can feel the cold, hard, rock ground below me. It feels as if it's sucking me in because I can't live in this world anymore. It's too much work and I feel useless. My life is useless. People risk their lives to save something they don't need. What's better? Two alive or twenty six dead because of the two people? Even if I go on with my life, I will always feel this pain within me. Knowing I killed so many people. It'll just kill me and I swear I'll go crazy. So either way, I lose. I won't win because mentally or physically, I will die. I see Danny's face in front of me. His hands are chained on the rock wall and he's sitting down in pain. His face is bloody, but he's awake. "Danny?" I whisper. "They're," he begins, whispering as low a I. "What are you trying to say?" I whisper. He faces me. A look of sadness and despair on his face. "They're all dead."

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