Suffocation
South Dakota's POV
I shakily walked down the street, why was I even getting groceries at night, it's so dangerous considering there's only ten states left. I hope I don't die tonight, that would be a bad thing, such a bad thing for me to die because numbers are slowly decreasing and I don't want to be part of those numbers but at one point I will as, Everybody dies at one point. I sighed as I walked down the street and I heard footsteps coming up from me and I started running in fear and the person followed. I looked behind me then tripped over my own foot slamming my head onto the concrete and laid there a few moments before a foot slammed onto my back and I squeaked a bit.
I looked at the person and they got down, they had a mask on so I couldn't tell who it was. When they got down onto me they put me into a headlock making it very very tight and I clawed at their arm. I dug my nails into their arm as much as I could as I felt my body not being able to pull in oxygen, I gasped for air as I continued clawing at their arm drawing blood then I bit then trying my hardest to tear off skin until it eventually tore, I then realized this isn't the man behind most of the deaths of the states as he had only two arms, not one. As I started passing out losing my grip on consciousness the man whispered into my ear.
"I'm sorry South, he forced me too, I'm sorry." Those were the last words I heard before I lost everything.
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I woke up on the ground and got up, I saw the man more clearly, oddly enough, is was America's brother, Confederacy. I was so confused, why was he forced, why did he apologize to me for killing me? I had so many questions that could no longer be answered as I was dead, why did he look so sad?
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50 deaths 50 mysteries
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