The Apocalypse: Harry Styles
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Last published Tue, Jul 21, 2015
It has been three years since the disease spread, I hardly know what day it is. All I know is it is hot, which means it is summer. Great. Another time where water is scarce, food is impossible to find, and a time where you can die of heat stroke. But, knowing that I still have my 4 friends with me, still keeps me breathing everyday. I dont know why, but we've been getting more infected coming in lately. It is getting harder and harder to survive, no electricity, no plumbing, no nothing. All we got is the clothes on our backs and the food we have. Come to think of it, it is pretty depressing, knowing that we got nothing to lose if something despicable happens to one of us. This is the story of my life.
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