The helpless sound of fear running past.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Fast.
A ruthless laughter in the foggy air.
Running.
Screaming.
Pain.
Despair.
Cries from children, blood dripping.
Pulling.
Tearing.
Flesh.
Ripping.
No need to run or fight.
You.
Will.
Die.
Tonight.
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