Yellow death

Yellow death

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My heart started racing. My breath became short and rapid. I ran in the opposite direction. Water sent flying as my feet splashed into the puddles. The flashing lights came closer and closer. Sound roared through the deserted streets as the car got closer and closer. My heart pounded as my feet crashed against the ground. They are going to catch me, was all I could think with every step. The forest line was close, I would be safe there, well safer than out here in the open. The shadows created by trees where my friends, they protect me, but they also protect those we are running from. But it's still safer. I need to make it back to her, I promised she wouldn't be alone, I can't leave her out there she would never survive. She can't die like the rest of them.
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He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

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