Motor control has slowed down to a dull, I can’t even keep my position leaning to the wooden hut,
The same time as the door opened I had swayed to the side falling in towards the old lady. Luckily though, for some reason the scythe is still tight in my grip.“Woah, I didn’t think you’d want this old lady that bad that you’d throw yourself upon me.” She must have gotten a closer look at me, “You don’t look so good. Let’s get you in.” She supported me leading me inside.How is a frail old lady able to hold me upright. It’d be a blow to my pride as a man if it was my weight, but it isn’t.I’ve had my suspicions but this woman isn’t as she seems.She laid me on a cloth-made bed.“I should get your gift in before someone makes away with it.”I get how you feel about securing resources detrimental to survival but someone’s dying here.I get it now. I did ask the price of a life in this new world. Now I seem to know what it cost.It didn’t take long to hear the d
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