" I wanted to believe that everyone would throw down their arms and embrace one another, drop the trappings of war and coercion and return to the way they’d been. But my heart tells me that it wouldn’t be as pretty as that. It tells me that the new social contract would be written in blood. Once the light of survival started peeking through the door, people would trample one another to death in the race for the exit. It "
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