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I stumbled through the streets, trying to make sense of this new reality. But everything seemed so normal, so mundane. People went about their daily lives, oblivious to the horrors I had faced.
And then, I saw it. A crack in mid-air, like a tear in the fabric of reality. I froze, instinctively knowing what was about to happen.
The crack shattered, and chaos erupted. People ran screaming, children cried out for their parents, and a high-pitched voice wailed in terror. A gate burst open, and the monsters poured out.
But they didn't notice me. They rushed past me, their twisted forms blurring together in a frenzy. I watched in confusion as they attacked the fleeing crowds, their jaws snapping wildly.
Some people tried to fight back, but they were no match for the monsters. I saw a child dragged screaming into the jaws of a towering beast, its parents helpless to stop it.
As I turned to flee, I noticed a group of survivors being led by a military soldier. They moved with purpose, dodging the monsters with a practiced ease. Something about them drew me in, and I found myself following them.
The soldier glanced back, his eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment. I expected him to shout, to tell me to get back, but instead, he nodded curtly and kept moving.
I followed, unsure what lay ahead, but knowing I had to get out of there. The monsters still swarmed around us, but the soldier seemed to know where he was going.
As we turned a corner, I saw a glimmer of hope. A military truck, engines roaring, waited for us. The soldier ushered us towards it, his gun at the ready.
But as I reached the truck, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see the monster, the one that looked like me, standing behind me. Its eyes locked onto mine, and I knew I wasn't safe yet.
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TO BE CONTINUED.