"Shit," DJ cursed, half to herself.
"Is this the one, Doc?" a mysterious baritone asked, slightly hushed.
Silence.
"Yeah, it's him," replied a mellow alto, obviously a woman, DJ had concluded. "Search the premises for supplies and hostiles." the "Doc" ordered. "If there are any more like him, bring them to me."
DJ was in some deep shit. She was trapped in the stall, defenseless, with maybe two armed guards- based on the amount of noise created by the footsteps- searching for survivors. What do I do?! she panicked. When in doubt, surrender peacefully , she remembered. Her father, a seasoned UN ambassador had told her this before he was killed by Jihadists in Syria. "Damnit ,Dad, I hate it when you're right," she sighed. She slowly left the bathroom, raising her hands to surrender. She was met with a rifle butt to the face. Everything went black, all sounds distorted as though sounding from a busted speaker.
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Parasite
AdventureIn a world dominated by a mysterious parasitic plant, two friends, with the help of a quack doctor, attempt to wipe the blight from the earth.
