"Living Is a Silent Price"

In the third year after the virus mutated, the world was ruled by absolute order. Humanity lost all movement in the darkness and could only survive by relying on the faint light. I used scarce paper to write down all the cruel truths: In this wasteland shrouded in alienation, class, and hunting, living itself is the silent and heaviest price. No cp direction science fiction reality Intention: Living and survival are never synonymous