My brain stopped processing hours ago. My heart, although already dead, had not taken all of my emotions with it. The world is cruel. This is a cruel joke. It's an unfair, cold-hearted joke.My Fredrick.He is the devil, the King of the Walking Dead, and they want me to kill him.I kept repeating this for 48 hours. I was stuck in an attic in an abandoned house, held captive by people God intended for me to never meet.I drank an Elixir that looked like blood from a glass, and after, I lay back on the bed and let my thoughts take me away.A few days went by and the people finally came back.They all entered the room and the women sat down beside me."You must seek revenge for his betrayal," she whispered.I looked at her appearance. Long Black hair, long nails, torn clothes, and dark eyes, although lifeless eyes.She was cold and smelled evil. But in a way, I felt like she was a mirror image of how I felt at this moment. How I felt the last few days. I don't know what to do, I
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