Prologue

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     I’m running, trying to escape, but I can’t seem to escape the darkness. Please, isn’t anyone out there? My head feels like it might roll away if my neck wasn’t securing it to my body. My eyes are open, but i can’t see a thing. Why is it so hot in here? Then that is when something started to dig into my back. I would scream if my throat didn’t feel like it is on fire. The stench of blood and churning flesh, too much to handle. The pain in my back, too much to handle. Something fell on my head, probably crushing my skull. That’s when the world went dark.

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