High Hopes.

High Hopes.

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'M-Margeaux.. oh my god..' Me and Miracle looked at the lifeless body of our friend. Kind of funny how this feels like the sight of a car crash, it's brutal, scary, disgusting, heart wrenching. But you just can't look away. I looked up from my friend whose face was completely unrecognizable to the place around us. Everywhere we looked was red, stained with blood. The foul stench of death infiltrated our noses into our lungs. Everywhere you looked you saw what used to be our fellow schoolmates. Torn off limbs, splattered organs, even some limbs that look like big bites were taken out of. I couldn't take it anymore, and i threw up. Soon after Miracle did also. We just sat there, crying in agony for our friend. 'Just how... how could this happen? Why is this happening?' I cried out, confused and scared. Just before Miracle could reply, we heard footsteps coming from behind.
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