CHAPTER 5
Narrative:John
How could I tell Tom that I may have escaped but not unscathed. That right below my neck they had given me a cut that had grown and grown. And that spot had turned a brownish red colour. Their colour...
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Chronicles Of The Dead
Science FictionThere was no warning, no portent of any sort. It just happened. One day, the world was safe and we were secure in our comforting routine existence, the next it was all gone, as if God had seen fit to wipe clean the slate upon which he had lovingly c...
