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As his eyes adjusted from the blinding light, he blinked a few times before finding a familiar scenery before him: it was the parking lot of an apartment complex, sitting beneath a pale-blue sky.
–It was home.
Though it seemed to be prior to Armageddon as dried blood didn't paint the asphalt and the parked cars were kept in fresh condition. He looked around, seeing that the streets were empty, but not filled with bloodshed.
I'm home, he thought.
Still, he knew such a sight was not normal as his sights were set on the only possible destination: the prominent door on the second floor, his apartment.
As he walked across the parking lot, looking around at the nostalgic view, he realized how he'd gone, and how he'd lost all the same, finding a bittersweet feeling inside of him before he ascended the staircase.