Twenty Years Under

Twenty Years Under

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He could feel himself starting to tremble, fear stalking it's way into his chest, constricting his heart like an anaconda. Fear is the only thing people know in this new world. 20 years have passed since the bombs were dropped and the world died, now, what is left of civilization stubbornly clings to life in the underground depths of the subway system of New York.
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I was just laying down on my bed, cuddled up with a book, when I heard a faint creak on the stairs. The sound was muffled seeing as the door was shut, but I heard it nevertheless. My eyes wandered to the door and I tried to be as silent as possible in my attempt to locate another sound. My body was tense, but relaxed when I didn't hear another noise. It's probably just my imagination, I thought. My paranoia was probably just getting the best of me since I was home alone. I heard the stairs creak again however and I heard... Footsteps. I put my book down slowly and got off my bed as quietly as I could. Yes, those were definitely footsteps. I opened my door slowly, trying to be as silent as possible. There was someone already on the other side of the door, however, and I screamed. Girl x Girl I suppose?? Doesn't really revolve around it but there is some Girl x Girl ish in here so... yeah.

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