Into the Badlands Part 3

Into the Badlands

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Tick, Tock

Winter has come early this year; some welcome it as others wish they have more time to prepare. Time was different now. Time seems out of sync, so she thought as she stood in cemetery unaffected by the chill in the air. It was oddly warm to her.

Dystopia

Silence engulfs the city Knocking down doors, running the streets Dystopia all around and no one to hear our plea Barely a whisper of a heartbeat Dead men roam through the chaos Feeling the rubble beneath their feet The wealthy barely understands loss As they lie on the cold concrete Code Red-growing with every breath … Continue reading Dystopia