He started sweating at an enormous rate, pulling more and more, his arms started to get numb. The more he pulled, the tighter it got, he was claustrophobic. “What the – hey! Why do- I- have- these things on!” “Ahh,” I yawned, then panicked immediately. He woke up once to the sound of robotic mice eating away the tracks Leon left, he also could’ve sworn he had heard a furnace or something starting a fire, he took no real notice. At 10 o’clock, I slept in my specific room. I then listened to hours of poems, stories, and music with the humble home. The house served him, and he ate as much as he could. I then went inside of the warm, cozy house. I noticed the voice glitch, and was a bit worried about it, but then thought it over and didn't think much of it afterwards. “Oh, my apol- apologies to you David! Please come in! We are delighted to have you!” Good thinking, I guess you aren't as stupid or naïve as I thought you were, my mind squeaked. McClellans’ cousin I’m excited to see his house and his family as well!” “Really? And are you David McClellan, or John Burgan?” “Oh, but I am on the guest list, you didn't know?” He didn't notice it at first, but now hearing the house, it’s a robotic voice. He smirked and remembered the bugs and glitches of the “Housecat 4.2”, a program for running the house necessities. I was thinking, Guest data list? I knew what was in the house now. “I’m sorry, but you need permission to get in from either the owner or the guest data list.” “No, I just need to get in! Please let me in, darkness is coming any moment!” “Listen, sir, I am most sorry, but without the permission of the owners or the guest data permission, you are not allowed in, would you like some medical attention? I can contact the nearest paramedic services.” “LET US IN NOW DAMMIT OR I WILL BURN DOWN THE - AGHH!” my mind cracking like an egg. It felt like blood was now running down his ears, burning like lava. My mind was now attacking him, his ears hurt like they were shot. “Look, buddy, I don’t know what your game is but yo-“ “No, they are not in here, they went out and I will kindly ask you to leave one more time before I contact the authorities.” “No, what are you talking about? Are they in there? Hello? HELLO?” “This is the house belonging to Mister and Misses McClellan, and you are a trespasser!” “Who? What? Is someone in there?” I said nervously. “Who goes there? What’s the password?” a voice out of the house said. Cheerfully, I attempted to pull the door open. It was soft and warm, I felt like I was at home once again. I walked up to the house, nervous and worried. “God be praised!” I yelled with excitement. There it was, his chance he saw a house still standing, looking like people were in it, but were they friendly, hostile, mutants, or perhaps the Red Cross? I have been moving in the area for three days now we are only 103 pounds at twenty-five years old. We took no mind to it really he just patched it up with some duct tape. I had found the suit on a deceased worker it had a giant hole in it, indicating a gunshot. I was in a small apartment with my mother when the hell-fire rained down. I have been surviving the tragedy of the bombing since it had occurred.
I don’t know who that wicked shit was, but it broke my spirit into pieces. I think I got it when my family was murdered right in front of me. I have a severe case of schizophrenia I had been talking to my environmental protection suit ever since I lost his medicine two weeks ago. “What did I tell you about saying that word?” “I can't, I-I just can’t go on any longer, no food, no medic-“ “What should I do?” I screamed, voices of birds fleeing in the long distance. Thinking to myself, What should I do? worried we were about to die of starvation, and loading a bullet into his rifle.
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Skin tingling and worried, I laid down his rifle and fell straight forward. My large protective suit shuffled with us, starving and cold. I moved onward into the forest, wind biting at our skin.
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