you exit the building as quick as you came in, trying to shake off the dusty residue it left on your skin. you take a deep breath and try and forget what you just read. instead of descending into panic, you glance around at the city.

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maybe there are people living here, you just haven't found them yet.

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you walk down the middle of a deserted street. there are no potholes in the roads, no graffiti on the buildings, no broken windows. everything seems so unused. 

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perfectly blank.

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you turn down a new street, and start to peer into the windows of nearby buildings. you see the silhouettes of a few objects, but nothing moves. 

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the further into the city you get, the more the silence becomes unbearable. you break into a jog, turning off onto another street that looks just a similar as the previous one. still, no one.

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you're sprinting now, going down street after street; the sound of your panting sounds foreign. you come to an abrupt halt, still breathing hard.

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the reality is really sinking in now.

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there's absolutely no one here, apart from you.