Carefully your new body is caressed from the examiners table. You get to your feet, worlds swaying like the trees in the wind as your head is all over …show more content…
You take to the road only to be swept down the road by a never-ending amount of people. Thousands of strangers passing by that you have never seen before, all speaking a language that the world has forgotten to use. You continue down the path but are eventually brought to a halt. You fight out of the masses of people until you get to the curb. The door of a large building is broken and busted down. You enter as you are greeted by someone unknown as you get away from the mechanical figures. You have been here before as it is special to you as you dove into the cool waters, looking for answers, and got brought back to America to be revived. There is hundreds if not thousands of deep lines in the wall to show your anger and hatred. You look around to see large blood pools from many attempt beforehand that you cannot remember. As you continue looking everything is now wrecked and covered in rust. You slowly remember the olden days when the society wasn’t mad. You dig into your pockets and go to another section of your diary to gaze at another …show more content…
Im anxious thinking what will happen. I haven’t heard of anyone being erased in the past weeks, I hope things change soon. Just over the road a Church has been up and running. It is to teach about the extermination of us all and they remind us of how it once was and want life to go back to normal. Ha-ha why would we want that, stupid fools? I look around and all I see is an empty reflection. The deletion never happened as the churches were all but forgotten about. You find it hard that god is real as we are immortal as we cannot die. The government knew all along but didn’t tell us. It could have been over hundreds of years this is why you stopped keeping could of the days and writing a diary. It’s cruel for a child to be brought a new life, frankly why would you? You slowly move on to the end of the entrance where you meet a flock of stairs. It goes up to fifty levels. You walk through the dark gloomy tunnel until you are met by a concrete panorama as far as you can see. You are intrigued as you continue around to the rim. Slowly and gradually a vast memory appears in your