a work in progress. ❝In two more years you'll be here at 2:22, praying it comes early.❞ ❝That was four years ago.❞ Imagine a world just like yours, but there's something off. Something behind the scenes. Rather that controlling, but watching, listening. No one knows who listens, and no one cares. The significance of individuals has dropped to a new low, and wanting to live is a rarity. Imagine a building as high as you can. Now replace the metal with rotting corpses. The world is just like yours. warning: heavy implications and imagery of suicide and death. and if you somehow haven't figured it out by this point, a lot of blood, meaning graphic descriptions and gore. i hope you enjoy.
6 parts