Thoughts best forgotten
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Author note: This is a short random thought on what Chris could have thought in the unchanged future. Please R&R, let me know what you think.
You know the old saying love and hate are a fine line. I never use to believe in that, not once. That was in the good days, when my family was together and happy. Sure there was the occasional demon attack but life's not perfect right?
Well that's what it use to be like; an almost perfect life surrounded by a family who loved and looked out for each other. I had an older brother that I adored and he loved me all the same, always looking out for me; protecting me. Brothers do that for each other, it was an unspoken rule. Not now. Now I am alone trying to fight a battle many have lost in a world where only blood and death exists. If you can't make it on your own, you die. No one looks out for you.
My family is dead, all of them; my mother, my aunts, my cousins. The only family I have left is the brother I learned to hate. He picked on the world. The world took away his family so he took anyway the world. Or at least everything worth living in it, the place is a wreck, buildings collapsed, homes destroyed. The sky has even lost its beautiful blue color it once had.
The world is going to hell, and my brother is sending it there.