Survivor

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My video camera is my only friend as of now. Everyone is gone. It's like everyone just up and left the world. The last sound that I heard from a human was a blood curdling scream. The only other sounds I've heard since then are moans from and my own gun shots. The moans are haunting and their faces visit me in my nightmares. The smell of them is so rancid. Their faces are torn and mangled, inside and out. You can't tell who they are or who they used to be but they were humans. Key word were. They try to chase me, they try to kill me but they will never succeed. I am a survivor, the only survivor.





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