My name is Eric Redgrave,
I'm 5ft 10, 9 Stone 8 pounds, I worked in an office in London, filing papers for a living.
I live in a stuffy apartment with my fiance, who does nothing.
I guess you could say I have a lot to live for.
But what happens one day when, after days and days of repeating the same tedious daily rituals. You wake all of a sudden, and the world seems to be alien to you. You feel like you're the last person alive.
You look for a single person to try and tell you what's going on, and suddenly, you spot somebody across the street, you feel like you've known them all your life. They walk away...Do you follow them?
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