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Post by Rain on Jan 4, 2007 21:11:13 GMT -5
Daisuke took to the woods, trying to avoid anyone that might attack him. Where am I going? he asked himself. The truth was, he didn't know, and he didn't care.
Running forward, he dared not trip, for he knew that if he tripped, he'd cry out, and if he cried out, he'd be heard, and if he'd be heard, he'd be killed. Daisuke shuddered at the thought, but continued on. Little did he know he was taking a path that led to Tokyo.
A few days passed, and Daisuke took to sleeping at the bases of trees, his scythe across his lap. On the third day, he found himself within sight of a city. Smiling for the first time, he made his way towards the buildings.
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