Fourty
Your POV I wonder what made me come here? I was supposed to run away, out of this city, but here I am. I sighed as I looked at the burned down building of what used to be my house. In the past nine months no one had taken any action against it. Should I go in? I passed the 'no entry' yellow label and went in. I wonder if anyone buried the people who were burnt inside? No one was allowed to go in. These past months I've kept wondering, if anyone took care of nan-, mom's corpse. It was buried under the ruble, so most likely no. I reached the burnt down building. It was completely destroyed, nothing more than a pile of rubble and a few walls. Did anyone take out her corpse? Ashes, dust and stones filled the place up. No signs of life gave me the hope that someone did take care of the
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