The Last Respiration
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Last published Fri, Jun 19, 2020
"Where are they taking us?"
"Is this-?"
"Yes , yes it is."
"What the hell?!"
"Well, its the mankind's very personal hell."
"We shouldn't have listened to you!"
"Seligman says-"
"Fuck Seligman. He is not going to save us right now, would he?"
"Well then, we'll have to see what we can do about our lovely magistrate over there."
.
.
I've been found.
We've been found. They are dragging us. Into the hell hole, we all were afraid of. We were willing to camouflage ,and yes ,of course, survive.
Survival.
An instinct we learnt in our birth giver's womb.
I don't know if we'll be able to survive for the next coming days. We tried our best to fit in, to not lay on our miseries onto this world but somehow our veil slipped, our stealth tactics became redundant and somehow government became much crueler than we ever thought it to be.
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