[You sprint past graffiti scrawled along the walls. Some is in paint, but where that ran out, the artist appears to have substituted... something more vital.
“THE END IS HERE OUR GOD HAS ABANDONED US WE ARE ALL FORSAKEN”
There are many empty, rotting high rises, but the only noise at all seems to be far in the distance ahead.]
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“THE END IS HERE
OUR GOD HAS ABANDONED US
WE ARE ALL FORSAKEN”
There are many empty, rotting high rises, but the only noise at all seems to be far in the distance ahead.]