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The Reality of a Chaotic Mind

The Reality of a Chaotic Mind

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I slowly open my eyes looking around the far too familiar room. I know exactly where I am, and I am not happy to be here. Slowly, I start to walk towards the only door in this dark, cold room. As I'm walking to the door, the floor beneath me starts to shake, which makes me lose my balance. "What is going on here?" I ask myself. I feel terrified. When I hit the floor with a loud thud, I felt something sticky. I am soaked in this weird substance, and that's when I realized they are coming. Five large Flesh Eaters came barging through the door. I could see the blood dripping from their large pointy fangs, and it smelled like something just died in here or maybe I should say someone. The Flesh Eaters started crawling towards me. Their sharp claws were tapping against the floor with every step they take. They start to circle around me, watching me, growling at me.
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