You try to escape the rope that's holding you back from your family, holding you back from home, holding you back from your life. You start to get worked up, and oh your anxiety is getting bad. You finally untie the rope, but then you start to hear footsteps coming towards you. You try to run, but where to run? Your trapped in a box, and in your mind. You scramble, “Look,” you think to yourself “There's an opening on the roof” you climb the chair that you were tied to. As you escape from the vault, you see you home. It’s all gone. Everything burn homes, stores, even people. Gone, everything and everyone is gone. Just you. You walk over to the cliff and cry, you cry until you physically can't cry any