Sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. Eyes follow something in front (a family running), sound of fast footsteps.
If we weren’t in a zombie apocalypse, that guy wouldn’t have given me a second thought, wouldn’t have looked at me like I’m mad. Or if he did, he wouldn’t be so damn obvious about it. *Lifts arm dramatically* Yeah, I understand, it’s a bit strange not to be running for your life in a damn zombie apocalypse, not trying to find some sort of shelter. It’s not like he was considering helping me out. It’s not my fault the government once again didn’t consider the guys that don’t have anything, not a home to safely hide it. * Takes a sip of drink *
Yet they all ran to them, expecting the best help of all, despite them ignoring this virus until it was too late. Surely, the government must have known about it before families were running for their lives in the street. Someone would have known that somewhere. And even now, what are they doing to protect us? Nothing. They don’t hide their carelessness, yet everyone falls for their lies. It’s not difficult to see their priorities– not people like me, that’s for sure. Truly, not anyone else. …show more content…
Good luck with your unaffordable health care! Good luck dealing with poverty! Good luck with your mental illness! Good luck with that disability! And then people like me end up on the streets. No employer seeing any point in keeping me around. Skipping work because I don’t have the motivation or energy to get out of bed? No one likes a lazy person around. Struggling with talking to people the ‘right way’? No one wants a rude person around. Have a breakdown in public? No one wants some hopeless *with air quotes* ‘deranged’ guy working for