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Chapter 5. The End is Just the Beginning; The Crude Ocean Waves
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The stars seemed to have lost their luminating colours. A foul stench of the apocalypse violates the biosphere. Two months since the ordeal where we had last seen papa. the community is unreasonably quiet, the soldiers have returned in their multitude to restore order in our community. They came back prepared. They had modernized weapons such as an armored truck and sophisticated guns which sounded like a granite.
Hunger had torn down homes. Sicknesses were prevailing in the jurisdiction, we were cut off from the outside world, the media could not project our situation.
They projected us as enemies in their daily news cast, projected us as anarchist and terrorist who can only be quenched by violence.
Everyone had failed us; the media, the government, the outside sources which my father had believed could protect us. We were not only subdued but forced to watch hunger and death tear through our vanjing homes.
We were eaten up by kwashiork
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