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First contact with extraterrestrials destroyed us. Enid endured the rise and collapse of the disease that had ravaged the earth seven years ago. It almost took her sanity and her life. -Planted- "This is amazing. You're really great at writing." -Fen Been sitting on this one for a long time. Enjoy a new edit! - Preview - Its strange form was silhouetted by the flickering light coming from the living room. Enid let out a soft gasp, stopping herself from screaming, and immediately backed up to get out of the creature's vision. It had already turned around, its large faceted eyes surveying her. It held up its hands and glanced toward the living room as she stumbled back into her room and slammed the door shut. She listened to the clicking of the thing's feet as it moved into the living room and back to her door. "Get out!" she yelled through the door, scurrying over to her bed and grabbing up her revolver. When she moved back to the door, she could hear some soft tapping but it wasn't the sound of it walking away. She screamed again. "Get out!" No response. Enid took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open before swinging it wide and lifting her gun up to aim at the thing's chest. The creature backed up a step, lifting its clawed hands, one of which was holding a white screened tablet. Enid took another step forward, forcing the thing to take a step backward as it slowly moved the tablet toward her. "Out," she growled, ready to squeeze the gun's trigger. The thing pressed the device toward her and she finally glanced down at it. It had printed on the bright screen in capital, black letters: FRIEND
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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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