Overmorrow (смешанная)

Jisung was seven when a new infectious disease broke out, killing females mercilessly.
Jisung was seven when women were then announced as critically endangered.
Jisung was eight when the government informed the rest of their population about their plans to make males carry.
Jisung was ten when they successfully found a way for males to carry.
And Jisung was eleven when he lost everything for the future of humanity
 
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“Why are you even doing this if you’re suffering so much?”
“Because I care about tomorrow,” he mutters, lifting his head. His youthful face has been mauled away by the rampaging plague of tiredness and his eyes are dull and dimming. “I’m fighting because I believe we deserve a tomorrow.” He tightens the bandage making him wince a little bit. “Because I want to see tomorrow, I want to see overmorrow and the days that follow, the months, the years," He breathes deep. "Because I refuse for this to be the end,"