Alex said as he began walking again. He had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes were dark. He had no real emotions. No joy. No sorrow. No happiness. He was a shell of his former self, but there was one thing he knew, he still needed to live on, and this was the reason why he was still moving forward.
He didn't want to die, but he didn't really care much about living either. The only reason he kept going was for his party. If it wasn't for them, he would've thrown away his life a long time ago.
In the beginning, he thought he could do everything by himself, but he realized how naive he was after he met his current group and after what happened in the facility where he was captured and tortured. He was alone back then, but now, he wasn't. Of course, he was actually never alone, si
