All those weeks,
sneaking out to the abandoned old house, eventually came with a consequence. I was infected. The unjust laws created by man put us in more danger, but we powered through. We’d have secret conversations in the seller of the market, where no one would find us. We’d play board games on the squeaky, rusting sofa. You’d tell me about your days in the Wilds, when there were no rules. The days when we could prance alone without authority to stop us. The days came when I changed. Yesterday was dead. But I stood proud and tall… even now. They still hunt me down. They still attempt the cure, but this doesn’t need curing. It needs saving, I will be the one to save it.
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