as time went on, Victor started to feel something else. A sense of longing. He missed the world outside, even with all its flaws. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city, the sound of cars honking and people chattering. He missed the smell of fresh coffee in the morning, and the taste of a crisp, cool breeze on his tongue.
Victor made a strange decision , He was going to leave his house, no matter what dangers lay outside. He had spent too long hiding, too long living in fear. It was time to take control of his life, to find out what had happened to the world outside.
He gathered his belongings, stuffing them into a backpack. He took one last look around his living room, committing every detail to memory. And then, with a deep breath, he opened the front door and stepped outside.
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