At 1am they roamed the streets. In search of blood and flesh. To stay alive in a world gone mad with survival. Gases from the ocean started life on earth. New gases had come up that no one could explain. But they drove citizens all over the world mad. They’d seen a light in the distance.
They approached the light with bated breath, anticipation. Inside there was no smell of flesh or any movement.
Someone had got here first.
The last three people on earth, friends for years. They turned to look at each other. Loyalty turned to survival.
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