ZOMBIES!!!

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GET ME OUT OF HERE..

There are zombies EVERYWHERE. I'm currently holed up in an underground bunker in what's left of London. It seemed pretty secure, but they've found me, hundreds of them banging at the door and moaning! Our symbol is burned onto the wall, so someone must have been here before me, but who? Tempest? He can burn stuff, so maybe? But why isn't he here now? Did he leave? Did he find the portal? Maybe he wasn't surrounded like this?!

Slam.

Oh [expletive deleted], that sounded like the outer door! There is NOTHING useful in here. Well, there IS........................no, useless. One bullet, what good is that? A few tins of food, a battered sofa, a broken table, what happened here?

[expletive deleted], T, why'd you have to leave me nothing? what the [expletive deleted] happened, why is everything broken? I hope it was worth it.

[expletive deleted] [expletive deleted] [expletive deleted]! What do I do??!?!?! There's nothing I can do! It looks like powers work here, but what [expletive deleted] use is mine?!?

I'm going to die here. They've been playing with us, but this is it, I'm screwed. I have nothing left. Unless I.....no. But maybe? On my own terms, not waiting for those monsters.

Is this what you wanted, you [expletive deleted] cows? Was this your [expletive deleted] plan, to break us, take us to the very edge, until we have no fight left? Is this your sick, twisted, [expletive deleted] game?

WELL OK THEN!! Screw you Fates! Screw you reality rollercoaster! Let's just get this over with!


Slam. Creak. Clang.


Oh god, the door's about to give up. If I want to do this, it's now or never.

Goodbye friends, I know you'd be here if you could.

Goodbye worlds.

And as for you sadistic [expletive deleted] hags? I'm coming for you. See you in Hell.

Bang.

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