I would on to hold that little bit of hope left that keeps me from throwing myself off the roof of the nearest building. I would demand for whatever to have cause this mayhem and chaos to come at me, fight me one on one, mano a mano. Odds are stack against me but with determination and a love one worth fighting for I won't stop trying. I'll reset this world again and again until the outcome has change for the better. You can stop me (being the stick of a girl I am) no doubt in that but no matter how many times I get push down I'll always get back up. Because really in the end it's not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, no it's the size of the fight in the dog. So I ask you now will you lay down and wait for death to come or will you join me in humanity's last rebellion.