The universe didn't end how scientists predicted it. It ended with screams. The individual screams of people, that now, didn't seem to be scary anymore.
The constant screaming of people who got Hit. Anytime someone was Hit, a scream. Completely random. It could be me next. You never know.
That was the only scary part that stayed with everyone. This has been going on for months now, but the only part that seemed to make everyone realize it's still happening, were the screams.
And I happened to be next.
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