"Just Another Kill."

I walked into the room. It gave off that certain feeling when you're watching a scary movie and that certain villain or killer was about to jump out. Except I was that person who was the killer.

I clicked the lightbulb on and the room alighted with big, bright lights. I glanced at the bulbs and dust was floating all around it. I tapped the hard, concrete wall with my sharp fingernails and felt around for the button. I pushed it and the trap door flew open. A gross, mildew smell arose from the chamber with some scents of blood and decaying flesh. I blinked as it raised from the door. It groaned and I got my knife out.
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2nd book of "It's Called, "'Alexandria Safe-Zone.'"
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