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I saw two figures standing in a shadow that the cramped room casted. Zane and my boss, Mr. Brian? They both had their hands clenched, I swore their veins were going to pop any second. I couldn't decipher what was being murmured. I watched helplessly as their flesh turned from a cream color to a sour green, greener than any grass I ever saw. My whole body felt weak, I couldn't move or breathe, and as I tried to swallow, my throat becoming like sandpaper.

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