Prologe

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I stare at the ceiling, it's plain white and boring with nothing but a few scratches to keep me interested. It was quiet, with no one in the small apartment honestly it was lonely. The bed creaks when I move and I lift my wrist, moving my many bracelets out of the way to see the faded numbers I've had ever since I could remember.

#01

It's always been there, covered by my many bracelets. I sigh pulling out some crisps from one of my storage portals crunching down on them. They're almost as good a sushi, almost.

Chucking the rubbish in the corner, I sit up and grab the controller turning on the small box tv. My eyes droopy I fall asleep to the sound of the T.V in the background.

"-PEAT DO NOT GO OUTSIDE, I REPEAT PLEASE DONT GO OUTSIDE, STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES, THIS IS NOT A JOKE, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A JOKE."

I stare at the screen my eyes wide watching the tape of zombie looking monsters walking around biting people. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The monsters eyes were red, a bloodthirsty red.

My eyes start to burn and my head begins to ache. Flashes of scenes appearing in my mind or memories, all I could remember was a white room. I yell out as I get another flash of pain in my head I just want it to STOP.
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Word Count: 238

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