All the others are
dead…. I'm lonely. I stand here swaying back and forth holding on to the hope
that I can survive. Just as I'm giving up hope I see something in the distance.
A man, walking towards me with a bucket of water and more plants. I am saved I
think to myself. As he arrives next to the flower bed he crouches and starts
digging up the other flowers. At last after he has dug up the other flowers he
comes to me, as I think he is reaching for the water to save me he pulls a
shovel out from his back pocket. I thought I was saved, but truthfully I knew I
had to go sometime soon so I might as well make it now.
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