Fuck. It's just a matter of days we can survive in this place. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong has gone to shit. Ditches now form our graves, and call us to this resting place. They know us by our names and call us to the soil. An open mouth, the hungriest of beasts is waiting patiently to tear us all limb from limb, and harvest our blood. We fix our eyes on the sky that waits to collapse upon us, and crush our bones. It would seem as though our plans have failed. I am surrounded by the bodies of the ones i have loved. Our numbers have been thinned by disease. Severed limbs, jaws, and innards cover our homes. Teeth erupt from the soil, the ground is split in two. The rain just pours. There is no evacuation, just judgment left for us. The hungriest of beasts is waiting to tear us all limb from limb. No one will remember us, no one will remember us when we're gone. When we are gone.
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