Blissfully Collided

Blissfully Collided

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Beep....beep... I look up to see a heart monitor with the line bouncing up and down. There's a nurse hanging a new IV bag to my left. To my right, a stranger. A stranger who is asleep in a chair. I don't know my cause of being there. I don't even know my own name. Maybe the stranger is someone I used to know? Maybe he's someone who knows my name? He has to be... Right?
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He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

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