i went outside today to get the weekly box of food. i saw that black cat again, staring at me from across the street. this time it felt different. like it was looking into my soul, trying to tell me something. it's green eyes hypnotizing me. i stood there staring at it for about a minute and that's when a zombie jumped out at me from the tall bush next to our house. it pushed me onto the concrete and i hit my head pretty bad. i had to use one of the cans that fell out of the box to smash it's head in. those things are way stronger than you would think. i can't believe this is actually happening. how does something like this start? i'm gonna get some sleep, this ice pack can only help so much. goodnight, i hope you're safe.
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Disenchanted
RomantizmSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
