The abbey became a prison and a fortress at the same time for us.
A couple of our Sisters wanted to leave.
"We want to know if our family is well," they said, but the Madre was adamant.
"Nobody is leaving. I forbid you."
Nobody could leave, but nobody could come inside too. Those that knocked our doors for a safe shelter were turned away.
That was our island of salvation, high on a top of a hill, overlooking a dying world.
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Notes from the End of the World
HorrorThe Collectors Guild hired him to be the Postman, to gather the notes that will help the humankind to have a deeper understanding on how and why the world ended. Nobody knows anything for sure; the only certainty is that it's really dangerous out th...
