Necropolis # 6 (John's story)

John was a survivor of the apocalypse, but his heart was heavy with the weight of the tragedy that had befallen the world. He had lost everything he had ever known and loved in the blink of an eye, and was left to wander the ruins of Necropolis alone. The once-bustling city was now a barren wasteland, with crumbling buildings and piles of rubble serving as the only reminders of the world that once was. John had lost count of how many times he had been close to death, whether from starvation or from the mutated creatures that roamed the ruins. But what weighed on John the most were the memories of his family, who had perished in the nuclear blast that had brought the world to its knees. He had been out of town when it happened, and had returned to find nothing but devastation and death. He searched for days, hoping against hope to find some sign of his wife and children, but found only piles of bodies and bones scattered throughout the city. John's heart was broken, and he often found himself weeping uncontrollably as he lay huddled in his makeshift shelter. He wondered why he had been spared when so many others had perished, and why he had to bear the burden of such immense loss. But despite the pain that consumed him, John knew that he had to keep going. He had to keep fighting to stay alive, if only to honor the memory of those he had lost. And so he trudged on, through the ruins of Necropolis, with the weight of his sorrow heavy upon his shoulders.

 

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