"As the battle raged on, we lost more and more ground. Eventually, we did not have a single city left. We forced our people to become reapers to keep from starving. Nine years later, our civilization lay in ruins while the dead still roamed the continent."
I held Liv's hand as she continued to shed tears at the story of the North's fall. I really knew nothing. If Liv and her people couldn't stop the undead, then what could America do?
More than half of my countrymen suffered from obesity as body positivity poisoned our minds to believe that fat fucks were healthy.
Our men were so shamed they wanted to be women. While our women were so confused they were basically either gold-digging hoes or super-successful professional cat ladies.