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FREEDOM.

Unsure where to go, with no directions given, no insight, the campers collectively decide the smartest route to follow would be to go in the direction the two despairs headed off in.
Gradually if they looked up at the sickeningly bright sky above, they'd notice that those glassy triangles once again appeared, only this time they'd illuminate the sky in a pale white. The colour brightly illuminating their saddened complexions, shining against their skin. One by one, piece by piece, the sky seemed to gently fall, opening up a world above the campers hadn't seen in nearly a full year. Trapped within the cocoon of an enormous dome, the walls began to open up ever so quietly.
The sky fell. And they were free.

They looked ahead into the horizon which seemed to glow a morning hue, what time was it? What year was it? Why why why. So many questions.
Everyone by now was silent, trying to find their way out. By heading north on that so-called-island , they'd discover it wasn't as such at all.
They found a road, it was the first time in months they'd seen anything relative to the "outside world", it was right at their feet, gravel right at their finger tips.
They were finally free.

They'd never realised where the dome started nor where it ended, but the air- the air was fresh, it smelled so pleasant- the literal scent of freedom? It was something bittersweet like that. A gentle rain graced their shoulders, willowing away the remains of the mastermind from their shaken skin.

They were free from her. And she was free from herself.
They carried on aimlessly, fuelled only by the determination to leave. A small child's voice was heard, hands were held, tears were shed. Tears for different reasons for different people. And different they were; each a new shadow of their former selves.
All of this, but in the blink of an eye.

They continued as far as that road stretched. Unsure of what was to come, unsure of what would become of themselves.
However neither of them would know what lay ahead. Neither of them would have expected what was to come.
This was the end of a long and gruelling chapter, however, their story had only just begun.
Your story, dead, alive; had only just begun.

They were free.

The end.
Surviving campers: 7

Artwork | piesuki
Survivors | yea u know who u are (hello im finally uploading these after 293857253 years )

Description

FREEDOM.

Unsure where to go, with no directions given, no insight, the campers collectively decide the smartest route to follow would be to go in the direction the two despairs headed off in.
Gradually if they looked up at the sickeningly bright sky above, they'd notice that those glassy triangles once again appeared, only this time they'd illuminate the sky in a pale white. The colour brightly illuminating their saddened complexions, shining against their skin. One by one, piece by piece, the sky seemed to gently fall, opening up a world above the campers hadn't seen in nearly a full year. Trapped within the cocoon of an enormous dome, the walls began to open up ever so quietly.
The sky fell. And they were free.

They looked ahead into the horizon which seemed to glow a morning hue, what time was it? What year was it? Why why why. So many questions.
Everyone by now was silent, trying to find their way out. By heading north on that so-called-island , they'd discover it wasn't as such at all.
They found a road, it was the first time in months they'd seen anything relative to the "outside world", it was right at their feet, gravel right at their finger tips.
They were finally free.

They'd never realised where the dome started nor where it ended, but the air- the air was fresh, it smelled so pleasant- the literal scent of freedom? It was something bittersweet like that. A gentle rain graced their shoulders, willowing away the remains of the mastermind from their shaken skin.

They were free from her. And she was free from herself.
They carried on aimlessly, fuelled only by the determination to leave. A small child's voice was heard, hands were held, tears were shed. Tears for different reasons for different people. And different they were; each a new shadow of their former selves.
All of this, but in the blink of an eye.

They continued as far as that road stretched. Unsure of what was to come, unsure of what would become of themselves.
However neither of them would know what lay ahead. Neither of them would have expected what was to come.
This was the end of a long and gruelling chapter, however, their story had only just begun.
Your story, dead, alive; had only just begun.

They were free.

The end.
Surviving campers: 7

Artwork | piesuki
Survivors | yea u know who u are (hello im finally uploading these after 293857253 years )