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He walked through the rickety room; slowly, lighting his way with a flashlight of which the batteries were about to die. The wooden floor creaked with every step, despite his efforts to be completely silent, and he could feel the grim air finding its way to the room through the glassless windows.

He had been moving around the abandoned village for hours. Even though he knew about the traps and the lurking enemies, he still wanted to go there. He needed to test himself. His palms were sweating and his heart was about to melt from the effort. And, to top it off, he needed new batteries to maintain at least a cone of light in the middle of that almost absolute darkness. A creak behind him made him look back. He unloaded the magazine. The blood splat everywhere, but it was his. A second enemy was hiding behind the first and slashed his stomach open with their claws. He had only one option left. If he didn’t do that he would be dead and none of the suffering up to this point would matter. He pushed the reset button.



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