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Last published Thu, Feb 27, 2025
There is something in the air.
It's hurting us. Our skins... Our eyes... We've never seen this before. The chaos it ensued. We can't step out of our homes. Wherever we found ourselves, that's where we had to stay. YOU CAN'T STEP OUT.... UNLESS YOU CALL DEATH ☠️
We started to drop--- for those of us outside at the time this unfortunate disaster happened. They started to drop one by one. But at least we just had to stay inside, right? Just till the government figures out what was causing this... insanity...
But what if the dead started to rise??? That.... We can never... How do we run and coop ourselves up at the same time!? Worse--- The dead, their brains weren't dead. They were just like us, but some things about them--- heightenened!
More especially, how long will we be cooped up without a cure? And if we are cured from being locked up, what about the air? How much does it affect other things exposed to it--- Water, food... How much do we depend on it--- the air?
And how long will we last in the hands of our own? Both the dead, and perhaps, even worse--- the ones living, the ones who selfishly want to live.... and maybe that was all of us....
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