The Missing

The Missing

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Death. It's the only word that can describe the world right now. Ripe flesh is everywhere. In forests, houses, Public places......everywhere. But this didn't affect me until there was nothing left. I had nothing, nothing at all. The only thing I had left was memories and visions. Not normal visions though. Visions that talked to me like they were real. But these visions stopped when the flesh disease crawled inside me. They took the life out of me. Ate my flesh and drank my blood. There was nothing left of me. Nothing, nothing at all.
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The apocalypse. Running, hiding, surviving. Getting separated, then finding others. Finding out what's going on inside. Saving, then running. Meeting, then fighting. I'm Starr. And I want to tell the world what's happened to me. (Brooklyn, I couldnt've done this without you. Thanks.)

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