Chapter 8 :

I had the habit of doing things that I didn’t want to, until I got used to it.

Instead of cheating death, I’d chosen to comply with my father’s decision and go for the outside world. We’ve been living in isolation for more than a century now. The latter proved more dangerous than I imagined. I’ve admired those walls that kept us from being harmed by the infected for a long time. Growing up made me realize that we’re not building them to protect us; we were creating a living tomb.

The ledger stone of my mother translated the irony of fate. Life was short, and we were creating tombs before our death. The world was in such a sorry state, and no one had the courage to find out what happened. As if the world itself was waging war against the livings. What happened exactly to make it so angry at us. The peaceful life was now only a fairy tale that we told children about before sleep.

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