Final Wave

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Another attempt of me trying to make a creepy short story!

1:

It's been weeks since the apocalypse, and I haven't heard from any human. The monsters come in herds, and rounds. I stay in my basement, with only my thoughts. Food, and water is running low. Am I even safe?

-T

2:

I'm going crazy! I don't think I can last for much longer. I hear voices swarm around me, yet I'm all alone. What's wrong with me? What am I?

-T

3:

Someone's in my home, I can hear them. They're smarter than I thought. The doorknob to my basement is fidgeting. This maybe my end.

-T

4:

They're here, I'm one of them. I won't be needing this anymore. But if anyone sees this, tell my wife I love her. Well, loved her. Now the only thing I can ever love are brains.

-Z

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