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I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight.
I played alone, I played on my own,
I survived.

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[color=Red]‘Where did you get those bruises? 
How did you break this bone?
Are you okay? 
Do you feel [b][i]safe[/i][/b] at home?’[/color]

To you, hospitals had always been more like interrogation rooms. You always gave the same, safe answers because hell if you were going to be any better off if they talked to [i]him[/i] about it. It was just better to keep your head down. Say you fell off your bike or nailed your arm on a table. 

Maybe that’s why you preferred the hospital looking this way. It being covered in vines and in a disarray was enough for you to disengage. Except for that awful smell that only hospitals seemed to have. That stench coupled with the putrid odor of rotting flesh made it pretty hard to ignore. It only grew in potency as the charge towards the screams drew to a close.

And oh god, how do you even [i]begin[/i] to process that? 

It was one thing to think about stabbing a human. Even to plan it. But to actually do it? Your hands shook. Sure, they looked more akin to the zombies from your sister’s horror games, but the way they walked, the way pained rattles came from their throats was too close, too real. You watched Izuki’s fist bust open one of their skulls, black blood dripping down her arm. How fast had she moved to get over there? It felt like it had only been a few seconds. You blinked again and then Taro was right alongside her, spear and persona ready, his words garbled and unintelligible.

Right. Do something. Just raise your arms and do something.

[color=DarkGray]“Hermes- Rakukaja!”[/color] 

Nothing happened. 

Why? Why!? You’d done just fine yesterday! Why was [i]this[/i] any different? You watched as the people, creatures, zombies- what ever they were started to close in. You tried again, nothing. You knew it isn’t going to work. They drew closer, cornering you from each direction. Shit...!     

Glancing over your shoulder you tried to speak but your throat was dry as cotton. Oh, of course. You were too weak to even ask for help, weren’t you? Fine.

Taking a wide stance, you covered the really tall guy’s back so nothing could attack him from behind. You raised your arms over your chest and face, trying to remember to breathe. Even if you were useless in every other way, you at least knew how to [color=Red][b][i]get hit right.[/i][/b][/color]  

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[right][i]I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2NgsJrrAyM]I'm alive.[/url]
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