The world changed. Humanity wasn't ready for it. Not even close. It turns out, it's wasn't Aliens, a natural disaster, war or illness that was the drop that made the cup overflow. The irony of it all is that the thing that failed, was the one thing we thought would save us. Democracy failed and with it everything else. Only the lucky ones would survive, and God save the rest.
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"That color doesn't suit you well..." His deep voice surprises me yet again, and I nearly drop the bottle I'm holding onto so tightly. "I didn't exactly pick it myself... It's just my place in this new world..." I manage to hide the bitter tone threatening to seep into my voice. He narrows his green eyes at me ever so slightly. He slowly sits up straight and gets to his feet, and with that one move, he grows into a menacing giant. I step back to allow him more room, and myself more of a chance to get away. His every move seems calculated. He is approaching me like I'm a wounded animal, and I don't care for it one bit. "It doesn't have to be that way..."