A Lonely Alone

A Lonely Alone

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 6, 2019
There was an attack. I was at school. I woke in the middle of woods, familiar woods at least, but everything I knew of the world after that day, wasn't familiar anymore. I didn't know anything anymore. All I did know is that there was an attack and our city of Spokane, Washington was devastated. I don't know who survived, I don't know where my family is, I don't know where anyone is besides myself, three boys and the map dot I now call home. I wasn't just alone like I used to like being, I was lonely alone. There was no one left.
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