World Down - 2017Spring's poking out of a worn out mattress dug into the state's back. She rolled over with a groan and glared at the underground roofing. New York knew she should be thankful for being one of the few to actually be sleeping on such a gift, but she still hated the feeling. No matter how many weeks she'd be forced to sleep on it, she refused to adapt.The old subway lights still clung to their ever present life while they flickered above her. The one constant in her changing life. New York reached for the worn down journal beside her. Inside, she scribbled -'Day 23, MarchStill living while my brother remains dead. No word from Connecticut a
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