The 6th day
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Last published Tue, Mar 25, 2025
In a small town showered by golden waters of tranquility, people lived peacefully, able to gaze upon the stretching land without a worry in their heads. Yet, even in the smallest parts of the earth, the disaster can strike any day. There, in Arizona, laughter died down as blood spilled, staining the town with the heavy crimson and stripping the ordinary days out of the grasps of the locals.
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Ok, Who Got Bitten?
Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"Complete
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