There is nothing left on this desolate road, filled with despair and torment.

Black mist above our heads as we traverse aimlessly for safety. The few that have found it are hiding out here.

The city of elevated rooms, rising above the ground. Inside are people, people hurt, people sick, people hungry, people sad. The rooms are hazardous, the winds howls outside and along the metal wall. It’s cramped, nothing left, except impending doom. We have all lost something in these years. This generation was never given treatment and never shown support.

How stupid, how stupid, how stupid we were when our lives and fates kept alluding to this purgatory. How cruel, how cruel, how cruel were we to subject our innocent children to this?