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Day 1,909

His skin was lumpy around the edges of the mask where the heat of the impact had melted it onto his face. He didn't seem to notice it any more. He was one of the few I'd seen live long enough to cut the oxygen tube that was sealed around the mouth and nose and fashion it into a feeding tube instead.

Most of them were corpses within the hour, dying from shock or sepsis or suicide. None of these were quick enough exits. None of these stopped them from shrieking and collapsing when they were first hit. All of these lead to us taking the bodies to landfill sites and burying them en masse.

Nothing quite prepares you for the stench of people burning or the faint hunger their cooked meat brings. You don't know whether to be disgusted at your stomach growling or if you should try to take a bite when nobody's looking.

But that was then, when everything but death was scarce.

This is now, when things can't get any worse so they have no choice but to improve.

Doesn't mean we have to like where it's going though.

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