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myOtaku.com: Neko Nana Mode


Tuesday, November 7, 2006

Somethng new
I don't have much time to I'll leave it at this.

I found my old headset when I was going through my bags, so I figured I'd make some us out of it:
http://www.savefile.com/files/235613

All the file is is me reading this:

Cold blood pools around me. Crying. Why did it have to end this way? Will someone stop the crying. My body aches and my sight is blurred. I attempt to push myself up, only to find my right arm no longer works. Didn�t need it anyway. Flack clatters to the ground from my body. Ha. Pain shoots through my side. It seems that my arm isn�t the only thing that doesn�t want to work. I pull the metal shard from my side; blood spills to the ground. Where is that crying coming from?

I stagger to my feet and survey the area. No one survived, except me. As it always has been. I laugh quietly to myself as I feel the tingling in my right arm; the irony of it all. No matter where I go I can never seem to stop this. I should get out of here. The building is rubble around me; there doesn�t seem to be a way out. Why am I not surprised? I guess I�ll have to climb.

I make my way over to a large pile of debris; the blood on the ground sticks to my feet and makes a disgusting sound with each footstep. The bodies I step over all have the same fearful look etched in them. Can�t blame them. I fall against the pile as I step over the last body and try to catch my breath. My side may have healed, but my lung will take a bit. I roll over and grip the rubble. Well, here I go.

Bit by bit I make my way up through the different floors. There were more people in here than I thought. No one�s alive though. My chest burns as my good lung tries to keep up with the demand for oxygen. Damn it! Hurry up and heal! I arrive at the top floor in time to see a faint light shining through a crack on the other side; only to watch it disappear a moment later. I guess it�s not over yet.

With in minutes, the wall is blown away and men in black environmental suits charge in. They shine their lights at me and speak words I don�t understand. I glare back at them with a grin on my face. I need to find a new home, but they are in my way. I scream with joyous rage as I lung at the group. I�ve found the crying, and it�s theirs.
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