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Fish
That's what it always smelled like: fish.
And so did I.
Brian. Brian Cobbs. That's who I am.
And I was alone.
My family is dead. My parents, my grandparents, my sister... all dead. Consumed in flames. Like I almost was. If it wasn't for the firefighters, bless them, I would be dead, too.
Sometimes, I wished they never would have found me in that burning building.
I woke up unscathed in the hospital bed, where I discovered my family's death, where I cried for days, where a nice lady from an orphanage offered to take me.
I didn't stay long. I ran. Ran far away, where police couldn't find me. Where no one could find me. The docks.
It was there that I found a hidden room. Small, but functional. Where I made my home. Where I lived for years. Alone. Where I could recover. And I did.
And it was there that I discovered what the fate of the world would be.
It would be a bloodshed.
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