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Death Awaits.

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.

niixxz

@niixxz

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