you had decide to go on a supply run and find an old grocery store so you walk in and start looking around, slowly looking around, pushing things carelessly pushing unnecessary things of the shelf, everything felt so bland, you should be happy? proud maybe? you had just escaped a mental hospital! but the world you came out to was no as you remeber...it was almost like a copy of the cell you had been locked up in for all these years, not many know that...i mean who would, everyone who knew this was dead

all the hope you ever had or hoped for was gone, everything you had was gone, people, belongings, life had been taken, you didn't even have the world you remembered anymore, all these years of wishes for freedom and this is all you get?! is this some kind of sick joke?!

you gently grasp your blade, clenching and unclenching your fist while looking around the dull and abandoned store, you slowly start to make your way out of the store, your mind was fuzzy, like a thick fog was clouding over your mind, everything felt so dull and empty, you were about to step through the shattered glass door until you hear something and turn around and see a older looking man holding his hands held up in a soothing manner...

dale stands “Why are you out here?” it was a rather stupid question, why else would you be here, you stare at him blankly, slowly breathing in a oddly calm manner, waiting for him to continue.