First Person P.O.V.
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After almost all of Group A took a series of winding turns down the hall we ended up in a front of what was proclaimed as a room.
The foul smell of something dead was lingering through the door.
"It's horrid." I said and plugged my nose.
A good chunk of people nodded in agreement. Somebody being curious pushed open the metal doors.
The odor leaked further. Newt pushed the door the rest of the way. "Bloody hell..."
The bodies of now previous WICKED workers were strung to the ceiling as if they were Christmas lights on a tree.
My jaw dropped at the sight. "What happened?"
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
