It's as if you can't trust anyone more. Anyone could be one of them. The ones who have invaded us, made us think they were the people we cared for, when really they were dead and we would never see their real faces again. It all started with that stupid news report on the tv when I'd gotten home. I was accused of murder and theft. I've been on the run ever since, dodging security cameras, making sure to only pay with cash "given'' to me. Anything and everything I did I had to make sure no one knew who I was. Lucky for me, the news report had only been shown in my hometown, so far. All I can do now is stay low and let all this blow over; assuming it'll blow over...
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It Wasn't Me
Science-FictionDylan comes home to see his face on the news for all the wrong reasons. But what happens when its not actually him, but instead something that somehow has the same face as him?
