~ It started with a whisper ~

~ It started with a whisper ~

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2:00 am brightly flashed upon my alarm clock which was set beside my bed. I lay there still unable to fall asleep so I decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As I was silently creeping across the wooden floor, it creaked with each step I took. A painful bolt suddenly shot through my body. I lifted my right foot only to realize that I stepped on a shard of glass. I fell to the floor in a loud thump, while trying to pick the glass from my foot. As I did this a thought came through my mind... why is there glass on the floor and where did it come from I suspiciously asked my self. Finally I got the glass out and I pulled my self up from the ground. There I was with blood dripping from my foot as I made my way towards the bathroom forgetting why I came in the kitchen. I stopped as a gust of warm air swept across the quiet room and that's when I heard it......
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Code: 213

TEASER: I sit comfortably in my makeshift shelter, planning my next voyage to the surface. Faint footsteps above ground snap me out of my thought. I silently reached to my loaded gun, an SKO Shorty, and carefully pulled back the hammer. I silently crept up the unstable metal stairs, aiming my gun at the door at the top. The heavy metal door creaked. Something was behind it. The door pushes open to reveal a man. A human. He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crinkled yellow paper. I grab the note, while lowering my gun. I look up only to find the man gone. I unfold the paper. It's hard to make out the words in red ink with the dim lighting of the sewer tunnel. Eventually, I'm able to decipher, "34.0522' N, 118.2437' W". Coordinates. At the bottom of the note, scribbled out in black in, there's one phrase. "Code: 213" *Please note this story includes graphic depictions of blood and violence. This story may not be suitable for all audiences.

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