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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


It wasn't my place to be.. The city was on fire, and the place I was headed was my own in an old abandoned office in the city. The monsters were also looming around, and I should have left with the others on the underground trains but jumped back over the turnstile to look after my things. The place was battered, the metal sheet acting both as a fake wall and a door, and a boiler, some flower pots and a bedding in bad rubble. I thought maybe it was fine to stay here for the night. The sounds of the monsters grew louder outside.. It wasn't safe. I was wrong.

#Personalblog #2017 #SparrowChase

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