They didnt know what to do as the rush hit, knocking the wind out of the child beside them. They sat there, staring at him like he was something that was inhuman. Breaking the laws and the normality of the work cycles was prohibited and not to mention extreme in the punishment. As the kid slowly started to stand and get himself out of the daze, the security took ahold of his arms, starting to drag him away. They started to kick and scream, curly red hair in their face and bouncing while their eyes looked crazed, scanning the croud desperate for help. They locked eye contact with a kid in the croud. Time seemed frozen for a split second as the eyes of fire and ice locked, but then shattered as the kid was shut and locked behind a steel door, silence settling like an unwelcome blanket with everyone slowly going back to their jobs. Except for her.
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Night Game
Short StoryWith an unsteady world with not a single human thinking for themselves and AI taking over, what should we worry about? This tale will not be interesting, and it will be fine... Welcome to our world, survivor.
