Memories of the Dead
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Last published Mon, Aug 20, 2018
I have a wager that when most people wake up, they don't wake up in a dark apartment with three bodies surrounding them and no memory about anything that might provide answers. I also wager that while most people want to be famous, they don't want to be famous for a massacre the media can't stop harping about.
Well, both happens to me. Unfortunately.
And while everyone claims I did it, I'm not so certain. Not that I'm certain of anything. I can't even say what color my eyes are or why when I touch someone, I see their death. But if I'm to be thrown in prison, I might as well have done it. There must be a logical explanation to why I stalked and threatened the victims.
And thus begins my journey to rediscover who I am and why I woke up covered in blood that day - all with the help of a high school girl who spends her moments lost in virtual reality.
Let's see if I survive the night.
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