CONVERSATION -The Only Way To Survive
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  • Reads 1,090
  • Votes 93
  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 46m
Complete, First published Jan 06, 2016
Mature
(Samira goes towards her kitchen window to see... but was not able to do so she went upstairs to her bedroom and sees that Soldiers are here from the most influential R.E.D.F corporation.)

Samira: Emily! We are going to be saved.

Emily: What! Seriously are we?

Samira: Yes... Oh, wait they are killing those dead people and making their way toward the 203 Sheriff resident... there is a survivor... Mrs Sheriff is coming out... thank god she is saved.

Emily: Thank god she is a nice woman... she helped me once... are they saving her now?

Samira: Yes I guess so...

(Samira sees that the soldiers are pointing their gun towards Mrs Sheriff and she was begging to save her and her husband but they shot Mrs Sheriff and went in to kill her husband.)

Samira: They are not here to ss...ss... Save us

Emily: What do you mean?
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Started:- 09 March 2020 
Ended:- 24 December 2020
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