Phone Cell

Phone Cell

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Téléphone à la main, Marcus vérifiait le temps qu'il lui restait avant que son bien ne s'éteigne. 3 %. Il ne s'était jamais rendu compte avant aujourd'hui combien le temps pouvait avoir une emprise sur toute chose. Trois infimes pour cent, voilà tout ce qu'il lui restait avant de disparaître à jamais, et il ne savait pas combien de temps cela lui laissait... En réalité, peut-être ne voulait-il pas le savoir.
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You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

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