Dazai Osamu
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You were convinced the last of the survivors was gone. That this was a last man on earth cliche and you were doomed.
It was only natural you’d be alarmed upon hearing a clatter in the midst of an abandoned grocery store; immediately making the ill choice of drawing your gun and seeking out the source of the noise; anticipating danger.
Imagine your shock when you stumbled upon a bloody, seemingly injured young man instead.
“Well, is that any way to treat your fellow human?”