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A person runs along the snowy city streets, trying to find where he is. Nothing is familiar to him. The police are after him. He doesn't know why. Now he must surrender all hopes to live.
I run along the snowy city streets, trying to find where I am. Nothing is familiar to me. Hover cars drive past me like I am nothing. I hope I am fine. This makes no sense. All I remember was waking up, trapped under the ground in a coffin. I remember being scared and digging my way out fearfully. Then I remember seeing the police running toward me. I just ran off, scared. Why do they want me? What's wrong with me? I am not a freak. I am just like everyone else. Why me? The confusion is stabbing throughout my head. I have no idea how much more I can take of this. My heart seems to have stopped beating for some strange reason. I cannot be dead, can I? I dart down an alley, running past the bums standing by a warm fire. I do not feel cold. This is strange. I should feel cold. I have felt coldness in my past. Am I cursed or am I blessed? This is too disturbing. I have always been a simple man with simple dreams. Now my mellowness is not enough. I must take my life and run for it. I am being chased by deadly winds of darkness. Falling down from the high rooftops, the police come after me. I look around. I try to escape, but I am surrounded. Nowhere to go. No reason to hope. I just watch them aim their crossbows at me. I do not get it. Why don't they use guns? |