Outbreak - ProloguePrologue – Day 1.9 The damned creatures are all over the place. We don’t know what is going. One minute Jennkins was complaining about a chest pain, the next he was eating Smith. I managed to get away, but three deer slugs to the chest wouldn’t drop those bastards. We’re held up in a super market with a few other people we found already here. Seems safe enough, but we don’t know where the next attack will come from. Day 1 William hit the buzzer on the alarm clock as he poked his head out from under his downy covers. 5 am? Why did I sleep in? He thought to himself quietly, pulling himself into aOutbreak - Prologue
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The Dark Face of Light
Kiara lay restrained to the bed in which she had woken up in. Dark creatures moved around her quietly, afraid of the light that shone down on her from one mirror placed perfectly on the celling that was reflecting a light that seemed to be brighter then the sun itself.
Struggling against her bonds she heard a deep voice that seemed to make her very skull reverberate. Screaming agony as the dark, unintelligible words pierced her thoughts she saw a picture of Arthur and her standing before a lake, grinning as he held up a fish that she ha
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Reconciliation
Arthur stood in the pouring rain, the dark cowl of his cloak covering his face. With a soft -spluuuch- sound he made his way towards the door of the tavern. Arthur's face was creased with deep chasms that betrayed the long hours of consciousness that had plagued him for the last abysmal days.
The boards of the tavern's deck made a soft creak as he stepped towards the door. Lowering the raven black cowl from his face, revealing the freshly formed scar that bisected his left eye Arthur grasped the handled and pushed the door open.
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Chapter Three
Uncertainty
Arthur stood at the altar staring at the blood in horror."She....is dead?" He felt himself die as he thought about what that meant. Turning he saw the orc horde staring up at him. Looking down Arthur discovered that he was covered in blood, none of it his own. Slowly descending the steps slowly, ax still in hand. A path cleared as he walked through the horde of bloodied orcs and out onto the plains away from the encampment.
Two Months Later
Arthur sat at the round ta
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Happy
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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