That walk was painfully silent. Masses of the human kind were broken and dying, or getting there.... it sadden me to see that most of the human kind gave up all hope and accepted being happy meals for the rest of their days. Could I become someone like that? Emotionless, dying inside? is that what my life is coming to? being just another happy meal? Another lamb, waiting for the slaughter.
This walk through the streets remind me what my grandfather used to say. The strong are meant to protect the weak. In hopes one day they will become strong theirselves and continue the cycle.
Wonder how my grandfather would feel to see this. How would it feel to know that his granddaughter would probably end up like that. But you can't ask for dead man's thoughts I guess.
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The Knight In Rusted Armor
Fantasythis is a tale of tale of a girl thound year old 'man' A sister will this be the end of the human race as we know it....?
