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Imagine a world where all people can speak the same language… The number of people has decreased this much, and a troop called POST is about to take over almost the entire world. Due to the drought that started in 2042, there is a world where people started to kill each other because of misery and states went crazy with anxiety about extinction. States leaving the borders of the country have almost entered a race to acquire new colonies. There was a riot which could be counted as a worthy in only one of the cities that were about to be colonized. The initiator of this, is a young girl who has just turned 17.
I was walking in a street which only smells blood and soul, the crying sounds of the children and the painful moans of the people were echoing. They were all hungry and thirsty and had no one to take care of them. They were all struggling to survive, alone with their exhausted mothers and younger sisters. At least three children were dying each day, and at least five adult men were martyred.
This city was the grim reaper's quarters.
I gave martyr of my two brothers and my father for the sake of fighting enemies unprecedented in the world, but the result did not change. We did not have the strength and people to defeat them, we all expected to be occupied and die altogether in a short time. It was up to me to let my mother, younger sister, and my brother who had just turned a year old, make alive for a few more days. Even though I had a hard time carrying this heavy burden with at a young age, I could not show it.
I used to go to the lake everyday for to hunt, which was drying up day by day. I was trying to keep my family lived by hunting fishes as weak as the people of our town. Even though we were never full, we could be fed enough to live.
I did not know the end of the story, what was going to happen to me and my family, but I would not give up no matter what, I would want to change the bad ending that fell in people minds.
