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As we disembarked from the helicopter, I saw the other landed helicopters coughing up suit wearing individuals as well as different kinds of people in casual clothes that looked to have gone through hell.
Unfortunately, most of the them seemed to have been actively battling day and night to survive unlike me, which made my inner demon sulk. I couldn't find comfort in the masses. No one was wearing a medium rare traumatised face like me.
It made sense. If you're strong enough to endure almost 3 months of constant struggle for survival against these unnatural odds, then you'd definitely turn into a hardened warrior. Or at least an immitation.
I can't even imagine what most had to go through. Losing family on the way. Having to fight and kill those who were once human. Not only grown men and women were subjected to this, but even children as well.
We were all led down the pathway that extended from the helipad platforms to the gigantic building.
