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This is my story:
I am a soldier. Most soldiers fight a battle that can be one. Most fight an enemy that will die. Most fight with a gun and bullets. My weapon is a needle full of some chemical that brings people back. My enemy is neither dead nor alive. My battle is never ending.
I fight these zombies with the only weapon that will stop their locust ways. It changes their mind. Makes them like us again. Whether or not my side is the right side but it is my own and that is where I want others to be. If you are against me, I know. If you are with me, it is evident.
I work to hopefully see the life I once had. I know it is a crazy thought to have, but it keeps me going. Naivety keeps me fighting, keeps me reviving, keeps me surviving.
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