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Chapter 11
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2021-05-13 18:07:51Later the same day, I'm staring up at the hunting towers built around the large walls surrounding us. Men dressed in suits and fedoras walk around the planks carrying massive guns, patrolling the ramparts as if waiting for something to jump out from the woods.
I shudder at the thought. The cabins where people live are scattered in a vast courtyard, more significant than a field, creating a small town hidden away from the world.
But the question I've been asking myself is: who, or what are we hiding from? Why is everyone carrying rifles?
The idea of there being an invisible enemy out there, one I don't know about yet, makes me want to throw up. My life has been turned upside down already. What else is happening in our strange world that no one has informed me of yet?
My knowledge of the world isn't enough, but so far, I know world war three happened, that food and electricity are a rarity these days, shampoo is apparently a luxury... But why are people
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