The cloudy sky, the ruins of the city. Oh, so painful it must be. You don't need to only worry about the ruins crumbling down upon you; you also must worry about the dead. Yes, I said the dead, please take George Romero as a great example to what I just said. Not to mention I am on top of a skyscraper, something that could collapse at any minute; though I kind of like the thrill but that's besides the point. The view was kind of beautiful, the vines growing on the sides of buildings, the sun shining through the clouds. "Shame I can't share this with Aya…" I muttered, taking a bite of a stale granola bar. The granola bar tasted nasty, but I want to survive. If you don't know what happened to my sister, she died in a fire. I'm going to kill whoever caused it. At least that was my hope, my sister's death recently occurred, meaning I
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