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01- snow

hope.
[Chapter 1]

" Its cold. Papa, why is it so cold ? why can't snow be hot ?  "

~017.

Daybreak 1.

Grief. Love is a hard thing but so is death. Life goes on and on as one passes away. Life keeps strolling as things like life fades away to exist. Grief. Love is a hard thing but so is death. Grief.

~Yet again, I'm left alone once more.

A wolf dragged their feet picking at my friends dead body, slowly walking to me.

Looking up at me.

~If I touch or like you, will you die too ?

I lifted my hand out as if it would eat out my palm.

My hand was as pale as the snow as the black wolf rolled my hand over its head as I kept my eyes widened.

I squinted my eyes as it stepped back.

It walked towards my friends dead body, pulling at it.

Please leave him alone creature...

The wolf glanced at me, slowly walking away from I and my friends corpse.

After a couple steps the wolf stops, turning around to look at me. Then turning its head as the snow came heavy.

I sat in the red snow.

As my friends body sat beside me.

I slowly got up, patting my self opening the door behind me as dead bodies sat everywhere.

1..2...6....10.....17.

I pulled my shirt sleeve up on my arm.

Showing a tattoo of three digits on my wrist.

017.

I dragged my friends body into the building glancing at his numbers on his wrist.

I grabbed the blade from the floor, slicing the skin from his wrist.

~No one can know we still exist.

~Sorry Sixteen.

I walked out the large factory slowly backing up.

Raising my palm towards the building.

Aiming my hand like a gun.

SNAP !

My fingers snapped as a spark lit on my finger as the factory begin to lit on fire.

I turned around, pulling my hood over my head.

A boy in a all baggy white cloak, left footprints of red in the snow. The snow got heavier and heavier until he was barely noticeable.