Alexander Alec James and his buddy Carter Miles seem to be living the luxury in the Freaks Clan. They have a safe place to rest, good food, just for the price of working for the leaders. But the "Safe Haven" crumbles up in pieces, making Alexander stranded alone in the deserts by himself again. With struggles and things standing in his way, pushing through, Alexander tries and find the so-called "Long Lost Earth" and his friend, Carter.

Armageddon

(Warning: Contains mentions of blood, stress, self-harm. You have been warned.) 


Wandering for hours. Miles, after miles, as I felt like my feet will eventually bring me home. 


To my mother, to my family. To my brother, to my loved ones. Back home where I belong. 


But where I'm at, it's not home. Nothing feels like home anymore. Not even Alexander makes it feel like home. 


The feelings of disgust and guilt are way too hard to handle. They're so shitty that it makes me feel sick. The guilt of deaths and my ignorance of others I cared so much always in the back of my head. 


Homesick of a place I cannot call my own. Homesick of a place that no longer is there. I wish I could spend some more time in the past. 


But it's way too difficult to. I cannot do any of that. I cannot change the past. 


I’m fucked up. I know how much damage I did, and the thing is; I don’t know how to change. 


"Non-fitting"