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[CONTAINS SERIOUS TOPICS. ALSO LOTS OF TW/CW. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH CERTAIN THINGS. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING]

In a lost world, death, crime, and famine are all but the least of your worries. Being forgotten is a fate worse than death, and those who are crumble away, lost to time.

Dominic, a man wandering aimlessly between the towering buildings, just like so many before him. He searches for purpose; For a sense of reality. Desperately clawing at his own life dangling before his eyes, he's vying for an escape, for anything.

Feb, young and full of spirit. He has yet to see all that awaits him in the wide world, but he doesn't need a rude awakening. He already knows that life is hell, and people remind him every day. Waking up in the morning is a challenge, but he is determined to make it, one way or another.

Injustice runs rampant through the streets; Petty theft, gang violence, and drug trafficking all being only but a few examples of daily life for the average person. It's become a necessity to know where the bad, travelable areas are, and those areas where you will not come back without a knife sticking in your gut or a bullet between your eyes.

Life is a struggle. It's a war on yourself and those around you. A battle you fight till you draw your final breath. Maybe hell would be better, but the best we can all do is struggle. So struggle and fight, until your muscles give out and your bones shatter. Struggle.