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My House Is A Mobile Fortress!

CzeshireCat
"Hey, what's that? Isn't that a house?" "Of course there's a house. We're in the city!" "No! I mean—why is that house moving?!" Before everything went to hell, there was a house on the edge of the block—quiet, beat-up, nothing special. But one day, it shifted. I saw it with my own eyes—walls reshaped, metal grew out of nowhere, windows glowed like eyes in the dark. We thought it was some experimental tech, military maybe. But no one came to explain. And the guy who lived there? He kept to himself. Said it was "just a paint job." Yeah, right. That house was the first sign. The first strange thing before the world started spiraling. If I knew then what I know now… I would've knocked on that door. Or maybe run the other way. Either way, that house wasn't normal. And neither was the man inside it.
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