Humanity's last breath

Humanity's last breath

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I was the typical 10 year old girl, naive about the world, but when I saw the horror the world could bring and it changed me. 200 years ago, a terrorist attack lead to the creation of deligents which killed destroyed everything I loved. My childhood was thrown down the drain but trust me, I'm the type of girl that doesn't go down without a fight. That same deligent haunts me in my sleep and in real life but I wont give up until that deligent and the other millions of deligents are dead. I guess I should feel sorry for the deligents but I dont, they lost their humanity, love and morals and turned to cannibalism. These denatured humans do not feel anything than the hunger and thirst for human life. They want to take what they could have had away from everyone because the feeling of unhappiness controls them, drives them to be murders. I lost everything because of them. I wont pity them, so dont pity me. They took what they couldn’t have from me. I will never be able to forgive or forget. They don’t deserve that. They don’t deserve to live or exist. From the day my family was murdered I vowed to myself that I will get stronger, I will join the military, I will never give up or stop fighting ever again and I will kill every single one of them. This way, my family can finally rest in peace, and I? I will never be the same.
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