The End
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Science Fiction
AHHHHH!!!! I woke up to this. Yeah. ''It smells like... Chicken" I say. I walk out in my backyard to no one, absolutely no one. I felt weird but then saw something. A black portal leading somewhere. I was about to walk back into my house and call the police. ''BANG". I thought it was a gun, but saw the fire turning towards me. It was a nuclear. Without looking back, I jumped in. It was completely empty. Except for one thing. A pistol. A .22 caliber. A revolver. And then a strange voice said, in a German accent, ''Velcome! Velcome!". I pulled out my revolver, and saw something I'll never get over. Aliens. You're hearing me right? Aliens. Once I recovered, I shot it. I ran and found the same portal. I ran in it. But when I came out, that wasn't a nuclear bomb. It was an infection Bomb. There was no way out except for a bullet to the head. This was my death. This... Was The End.
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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