One of the Afflicted

A one paragraph story.


1. One of the Afflicted

She looked exactly like me- the black hair, the blue eyes. If I were to reach out and touch her, she would probably mirror my actions. She was like the improved version of myself, yet somehow, I she was evil. She was a monster. In all the days that I have lived in this ghost ridden town, in all the years of my life that I have spent, hiding from all of the monsters that roamed the streets at night, I have closed more doors than I have opened.

And now I have met what I should have been hiding from during this whole apocalypse: me.

One of the afflicted.


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