Cover story 64: A dead end

  As Bob sat there contemplating his next move, is Ash a dead man, what happened with the kill? Sven was onto him. But he hid it, Sven hid his thoughts as if he were just drunk for the sake of christmas, but someday and somehow the end will arrive. There is a massive brick wall where the bubble will collapse and burst open.

  Just wait and see

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  Days log

  I still went to the therapist accordingly. To sort issues, no vaccine, no purpose. You know I don't even work anymore, been working for so long I managed to get myself fired, at the same time each person I dressed up as. The most hectic part of my job was always coming up with a good excuse in the beginning, like melting the door shut on some of the people I stole the identity of other times it was splitting the income so they don't have the need of going to work and ruining my chances at income. I split the money ... they did their business and lived lives of relax as I worked their shifts. They stopped caring and I continued doing all that work until I lost everything and just gave up. I made so much money back then and as my therapy sessions kept growing more and more I noticed, my wallets starting to shrink in size. I'm happy I can take care of people but if they had the choice they wouldn't do the same, I wasted my money in being a king. They cheer me on but it feels hollow, like do I care.

  All my therapist would end up saying is "you won so why do you feel sad", all I could say back is "victory wasn't what the point was, in a weird way I looked at him like a brother even after he ruined my life because he showed me something even if it was hatred and that attention was so addicting that tomorrow isn't worth living anymore. Why listen to someone be happy when I don't even get remembered but that is all I ever got when I was out alone, I need that purpose again, but then my ego screams to me asking me to do double of what I used to do because somebody will steal my dream again, and that scares me more than anything", but in the back of my head sirens kept saying he must be alive. Everything was pulling me in so many directions what way was up again.

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  My home empty and as I comically enter the door to my house with the stairs intact I feel a breeze on my hollow skin as the rain pours because I have no house anymore I just have rooms without windows and wall-less corridors with just ground staying intact just because luck I guess. I decerved this but I didn't want it.

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  (And what now you gonna just lay there in defeat, nobody's even coming to kill you and you sure won't do it yourself, hi it's me Dave or Kevin maybe Joe)

  "What's this there's only one way to go type mentality you spouting",

  (You actually listen to me, nooo ... actually, hi it's me Kevin)

  "Get on with it dude",

  (Be a kid again, give your worshippers something to do, books maybe, a leader worth leading who will expand and give yourself up to adoption or ... the orphanage and then confide in the depression of being alone with other kids who're alone)

  "Are you my mind or someone elses, good idea dude",

  (I feel bad for the janitor tasked with getting rid of the bodies you lost, maybe more done in one day than ever in his life he probably never seen so many "infected dead" before)

  "They weren't infected, you're definitely not my mind, I never feel guilt just depression over my own suffering",

  ("You're so humble dude") Fin.

  (The only thing left is telling the therapist you're out of money and can't show anymore)

  "So this is what a human in poverity feels like",

  (You forgot the hunger)

  "What you think about the name David",