All That Remains
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  • Parts 10
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  • Reads 162
  • Votes 26
  • Parts 10
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2016
Today is the day. Today is the day the world ends. Who knew it would be today? Who knew it would be like this? People at the mercy of their minds, unable to control their actions. But, don't think that they can saved, they are dead. They lost their humanity between the time they started seeing visions and the moment they ate their first human. Trust me I wish I could save them I just don't know how. For now we have to kill them, every single one that tries to hurt us because they don't feel pain. So if you get in front of them they'll just keep fighting until you're dead. 
     I'm Petra and I'm lucky to be alive, for now. The day that all this started for me was just a normal day at school. I don't know how it got here. I don't know how it'll end. But for now survival is the only thing we can think about. Me, my brother Fritz, and our friends are all we have now. I don't know if anything can ever go back to the way it was after this. The death numbers just keep growing and growing and they might never stop. One day those numbers will reach us and our luck will run out. But until then, we keep living, we keep moving because......we are all that remains.
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