Chapter Six - Six Years Later

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  It has been six years.. Six years since I broke my legs. Since I escaped the facility. Since I built my home. I look around my house. It isn't very big. Just large enough for a bed and a few necessities. I think to my self that it wouldn't be a bad idea to go revisit the facility. Or what remained of it.

  Getting to the location I find no pit. But a lake where it used to be. A huge lake with lots of fish. I look around it. While looking I see it. A new building. But bigger. and probably going much deeper under ground. I see guards out front of it and cameras. I think to my self "I will never visit there. I will never come back to this place. I must run home and never return." So I start running and running. I finally arrive home and I lock my doors and lay in bed. I can't stop thinking and hoping that they didn't see me. Because that is the last place I want to be back at.

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