Falling For The Killer / INTRO

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I’m scared – really scared. 

I rubbed my eyes, in an attempt to make my eyesight a little clearer. I found myself sitting in the corner of a cold, desolate, small room. I wrapped my arms around my body. A few moments later, I got slightly hotter.  I could feel warm tears drip down my cheeks, falling onto my white summer dress, which had patches of dirt and was ripped from the bottom. 

How did this happen? I went out shopping at late night with a couple of my friends when suddenly a group of young boys - in about their 20s - started looting shops, killing like crazy. But surprisingly, I didn’t get hurt.  

I lifted my head, which felt really heavy after the terrible headache I had had. I leaned against the nearby chest of drawers, hoping this nightmare would stop. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

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