The world did not end in a bang or a whisper but rather one scream at a time. The human race was being picked off one by one until all that was left were people who died screaming. No one knew what they were screaming about or why this thing had to kill them. It could have just been them and their minds. maybe someone was controlling us all and chose to kill us off because something we had done in the past. If that was the reason we were all dropping like flies then why am I still here?
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100 Word Challenge
Short StoryJust a challenge that involves me writing a story in a hundred words
