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PROM NIGHT! More like Corpse Night. If you were lucky enough to survive that first night, you're holed up somewhere far from safe, chomping at the bit with unanswerable and infinitely numerable questions. It tears at your every move, every thought. This infection has us all tainted. With every step, you're wondering, praying that this was a dream, not what the world has become.

Reality is obsolete.

This is life now.

Some take up their wildest dreams. You only live once, now don't you? You only live once with your brain, yourself intact. Make a romance out of nothing, whatever puts you to sleep at night. Is it real? Then again, what is? Mythical creatures have risen just like the dead, pouring out of the skies and peeling out of thin air and fighting with and against us, it's one bloody fight to survive. It's about time humans were taken off their high pedestal they took forever to steal. Is that what this is? A bloody, deadly robbery? Can love really help this? Could the fires of passion and romance burn the infection, blow it out of the water? Go in holding hands and die together, it may be your only chance.

Or you can keep up the badass act, stick up your chin and take down every one in the hoard. You can't impress anyone anymore. You're a pawn in something larger, bigger than you, this whole mess. There will be more, always more. And every day, there will be less. Of you, of them. You loose more of yourself with every passing day. You become hollow, unfeeling. You can't fight it, don't waste your time trying. If people aren't with you, by your side, consider them as dead as the corpses you're fighting. They don't love you. You're a meal.

This isn't a test you just pass. This what you are now, this is what life is now. That heart in your chest will beat the same until one of them gets you. People will cry, people will grieve, people will miss, people will remember. The only way to live is to defy your instincts, pull back the cap and fight your best friend, mom, yourself if it comes to that. You have to be inhuman.

Its the only way to make it out sane at night, Because this is a game that won't ever end, you can't fight against the gamemaker if you don't know who they are.

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