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"It started as flakey skin, but then the missing signs went up. We all knew something was wrong.

The virus spread like wildfire; children, adults; male, female. It affects everyone, whether it starts out small, or you're gone the next hour.

What we thought was dead skin, turned into a world crisis. Only a few of us are left. We have to sit and wait.

It'll be over soon for me; my feet have already blown away.

Goodbye, world."

-Abner Kace

You look around, but there's nothing except the endless desert of dust.

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