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πΈπ ππ·πΈππΏπ΄ππ πΈπ½ ππΎππ π΄π°π π°π ππ·π΄ π²ππ°π²πΊ πΎπ΅ π³πππΊ,
π°π½π³ π³πΎπ΄π ππΎ π΄π
π΄πππ³π°π, π·πΎπΏπΈπ½πΆ ππΎπ'π³ ππ°ππ½.
π±ππ ππ·π΄π½ ππ»π΄π΄πΏ π΅πΈπ½π°π»π»π π²πΎπΌπ΄π,
πΈπ'π π°π»π» π½πΎ π»πΎπ½πΆπ΄π ππΎπππ.
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When the pandemic struck, I was no different from anyone else. An infection spreading so fast and so wide, isolation was all that could save humanity. Numbers depleted to the demon that ate from within, and we watched with our hands tied. What else could we do?
I was safe. My son was safe. Hidden away in a bunker with strangers who followed the rules as tightly as they rationed their sleep. We told ourselves that what happened outside was no longer our problem.
Then the infection reached my son. I knew it was time to end this.
But sometimes, the force of nature is just too strong, and internal demons are not willing to be isolated.
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Prompt 108: You've been having nightmares that feel disturbingly real, and a few have already come true. Fearing for your safety and the safety of those around you, you begin to recount the very first nightmare that started everything.
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