Canto Cutie - Volume 2

But ANON had never thought of dying in the
hands of the Godfather. He wasn’t ready for it.
Now that he was unavoidably close to losing
his mind, there was so much more he wanted
to do. words couldn’t describe all but one thing:
the untold truth must not fade into
nothingness. Nevertheless, ANON had no
choice, he had no control over his life or death.
… The end.
Basic biological forms of homo sapiens are no
longer fit for survival, hence people are
transforming in response to the altering,
unpredictable environment. Survival of the
fittest; it is never the fiercest that survive, but
the most responsive to change. Human beings
are nurtured to live in duality: To wake up and
work during the days; to camouflage and find
hope in the nights. Alternatively, human
beings are neither diurnal or nocturnal, but
ghosts who never rest.
The endless struggle is driving ANON crazy. It’s
been days since she was trapped here. She
hadn’t even had a single drop of water. The
Eyes had sealed off the whole area so the
survivors could no longer reach parts of the
ruins where they could find the resources and
support they needed. The downpour has
contaminated all the water tanks. Food is
gradually rotting, and first aid supplies are
dampened. There were a few bodies near
ANON, dead because of the exposure to toxins
from the catastrophes. ANON was not faring
any better. Symptoms were spotted on her
body. Her skin was swelling, mutating and
occasionally bleeding black. Perhaps it was the
clouds. There had been rumours of the
capsaicin rain. Some said that it came from
another region. The contents were different
and definitely more carcinogenic than before,
killing the future generations in the area.