Screams in the dark. Why you chose to run now, you don't know. But you need to find them. Mabye it was fear. Perhaps it was dependence. You aren't too sure. But you chose to leave the safety anyway. It's been three days since they broke through, since all the carnage happened. It was a bloodbath. Bodies litter the streets, most steeped in blood. Those first fell quickly. They were the soldiers of the world, seeking to stop the invasion. You struggle to imagine what it would be like, marching to your own certain death. Snapping back to the harsh reality before you in time, you stop at a crossroads. Snarls pierce the darkness behind you.
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