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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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