My eyes shoot open. The ground is pressing against my body. I wearily scour my surroundings. Around me lie bodies. They're all void of life's light. I'm supposed to be one of them. Before me stands the monster who did this, covered from head to toe in my nation's flag. He's proud of his work. He's saved everybody by killing us all. I push myself up with my bloody hands.
"HEY!" I'm shaking as I stand.
He turns to me.
"I'm still here," I say before gesturing around myself, "And no matter what you do, we'll always be here."
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