Dusty air ,mountains covered in tree so dark the almost appear black every way I turn I'm surrounded by the same things that I used to know.
Life,how can such an unforgiving landscape create life? Everything that moves here want to kill you or use you .theres know one you can possibly trust anymore all the good has faded into evil ,turning each person left against each other.
The is no escape from this land as it is surrounded by oceans we can not swim
It is filled with people we should fear
The world we used to know is long gone and now it's just me by myself
Book ONE of Out Of... series
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To be scared of something is to not want to be near it, or see it...or feel it.
To fear something is the same thing but more intense.
But to live in your nightmares, to watch them come to life every single day, month, year, is unimaginable. Terrifying, unreal.
That's my life, or my new one. I live, feel, see, and breath my nightmare.
Every passing minute is a fight for survival.
Every single day isn't exactly life anymore.
I've lost more than I can remember.
I've seen hell and I've looked into the eyes of the devil.
I've learned to not get attached to people because at one point, they are going to die.
There is no hope
There is no cure
For now, there only exists the living and the dead.
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