Zenless Zone Zero: Cruel Life

Zenless Zone Zero: Cruel Life

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Wake up, go to school, raid a Hollow, make a song, go to bed. I've been doing this for years now, and I still haven't gone anywhere here in New Eridu. At this point the only thing I can do is hope that my days in and days out finally culminate in something, just pray that my efforts pay off. It could be me making a friend in school, becoming a famous Hollow Raider, having a song of mine blow up... anything. Maybe today, the first day of my senior year marks the day where everything starts to pay off. I mean, the girl who sits next to me in class, Ellen... we seem pretty alike after all.
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When the world goes to shit, what do you think of your chances of survival? The students of Weststone High are about to figure out just that as they get thrust into a world where what was once their peers are now hellbent on tasting their flesh. Follow along while this ragtag team of mis-matched students learn just where they stand in the new food chain with just one single goal: survive. - The world is changed. I think I've changed along with it but I'm not sure. Who I was before this is just a hazy fog in my mind now. I wish I had kept a journal. Before. Something to remind me what life was like before every day became a fight. Maybe then I'd remember why I'm trying so hard to survive. I don't think I can hold on much longer like this, though. I can feel my will fading away. Bending. Folding. I don't want to go out alone in this cold desolation. Will you stay with me? At least, until I'm dead? -

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