THE FALL OF US

THE FALL OF US

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Horror
They said it started with a sickness. A few strange cases. A few people acting wrong in the background of normal days. Nothing serious. Nothing to panic about. Until it reached the school. One classroom. One student who stopped responding. One smile that didn't belong. Then the doors locked. No warning. No explanation. Just silence... and something moving in the halls. "Stay calm," they said through the intercom. "Remain inside." But that wasn't for protection. It was containment. Because whatever was inside the school wasn't trapped with us. We were trapped with it. And by the time Lena, Jason, and Mia realized the truth, the infection wasn't just spreading through the city anymore. It was learning how to live in it.
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