Running

Running

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I slowly opened my eyes, trying to recover my vision. As the blurriness ended, I could see that I surrounded by half burned down and charred buildings. I sat up and looked down at my self to see that I was laying on a bed of ash. In fact everything was covered in a bed of grey ash. A sudden stabbing pain came from my forehead sending waves of pain through the rest of my head. I slightly tapped my hand on the source of the pain. When I brought it down to see that it was covered in scarlet sticky blood. The salty, metallic scent filled the air around me. Joel has no memory of who he is, where he is or what happened. In this story Joel will have to make some ally's if he wants to survive out in The Wild for there are mutated animals and people as well as a few canibal clans. Will he survive. Or will he become part of The Ash?
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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