Nothing left
I hate the city. It's loud, smelly, hot, too much light, too many people, it's just horrible. Everything dies in cities; trees, birds, grass, weeds, even hills and valleys. Only pests like living here. Pests, that's what they are. Humans will do anything to kill cockroaches even though they're just the same. Human and roach, a match made to last. I hate both. I hate this place and still it's the only place I have left. This place everyone calls a hole, but I'd take a real hole over this chaos of metal and rock and filth any day. Or night, to be exact. Haven't seen the sun in years, not since this happened. Day was never my time anyway, but it wasn't torture like now. I feel like my gods have abandoned me just like my pack. How I miss them. My mate, my cubs, my elders, all treat me like I'm dead. I heard them howling in my memory and I knew there was no going back. Just move on. Keep walking among the cursed enemy. Do what you have to do to survive, even if it means being like them. All I have left is worth nothing. My only goal is my vengence. Kill him, kill the one who killed me and turned me into this abomination. I wont find a life or satisfaction from his death, I know this too well. But atleast I'll stop him from breeding in this unnatural way. Save someone elses cub from this nightmare. And let the sun do it's duty and rid the world of my curse, my death, my life, my sorrow.
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