Become increasingly frustrated, and determined to leave the underground

After witnessing the horrors of this broken city, I can’t help but want to leave. There must be a place of peace, a place that isn’t riddled with crime. I walk past a person that looks oddly familiar, their presence triggers a memory that I must have lost during the accident. Images of a long-lost lover come to mind, the happiness and warmth that I felt when spending time with them. The same person I saw in my last dream. AZ4 was their name, an Alien living in the floating city of my dreams. Oh, how I wish I was holding their hand, instead of walking alone. As I continue to wander the tunnels aimlessly, more and more images of the floating city come back to me. I have no clue how long I have been walking for. It could have been days or hours. No part of the underground seems to be livable. It is riddled with crime and disease. Almost every interaction I have had with people has been hostile. I suddenly feel unknown hands pull me back into darkness. I fight but they are significantly larger and stronger than me. After a couple of minutes of being pulled further along in the tunnel, they whisper into my ear “AZ4 sent us, calm down”. With a muffled speech I yell, “who are you?”. They respond, “We are Pirates, free wanderers, we travel from place to place, and are not limited by the boundaries of a city. Our only home is our ship, and our family are fellow Pirates”.

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