Immediately I feel a sense of dread and panic wash over me, freezing as I hear the first number. "What?" I shout, trying to listen to the echo in the empty facility. No response.
Four.
If I died today, I wasn't going to get to see tomorrow. And that was not something I wanted to happen. Think Laika. THINK.
Three.
Two seconds left. Dammit. How am I supposed to get out of this? My parents will be so disappointed to know I didn't survive Fort Zero.
Two
Two?! I can't do this. Oh god, I can't do this.
One
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Short Stories
CerpenConfusion is good for the mind. Try to figure out what each of these stories mean. Hint: they all have more than one meaning
