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                                     The American Dream The American Dream. A simple thing really. The "fact" that all of those in America, American or Not, could live contentedly with hard work, and surpass those that didn't work as hard. Yet it seems like no matter how hard we work, the ones above us in every class as those that put in less than half the effort. We work eight to ten hours a day just to make a quarter of what they make sitting on their asses for four hours. We struggle just to pay bills, yet they practically use money to fuel a fire in their living room. And every man should be equal? Is that it? Is that why we get made fun

Aren awoke and stretched a little in the small hut. It was honestly strange to not wake up to explosions or gunshots or anything else of that nature. She kinda liked it. "What time is it?" She muttered poking her head outside. Looking at the sun she saw it was a little less than halfway through the sky, Roughly noon. "Shit." She muttered grabbing her chainsaw and walking out. She walked across the desert without anything really happening, No appearences from the little twit that chased her last time either. She felt rather thirsty and kinda felt stupid for not searching the shack before she left. "Ah well" She thought. "I'll grab some water i

Aren awoke to the sound of multiple explosions outside. "Not again..." She muttered before rolling over and trying to drown out the noise. After it had happened mutiple times in the last few months she'd gotten used to the sound and didn't give a crap anymore. After a short while, The explosions stopped and Aren got out of bed, Her blood red hair falling down to her shoulders, and opened the door to survey the damages. For the most part it looked the same. Charred and Destroyed. All that was left of most of the Building's were Steel Frames and Charred Rubble, But they were still trying to liberate the city for survivors of any sort. "I'm gonn