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There we were. In the Glade. It was just a normal day y'know? But I dunno it felt kind of... Off. One second I'm pulling out some weeds from the garden and the next? There's someone screaming out for help, I obviously ran over, and I saw them Ben was biting someone. What the hell?
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A few days later. The guy who's biten, Marcus, is trying to bite other people we've contained him but this won't work for long. He doesn't look.. Human. Anymore. His skin is sorta rotting. Like falling apart, as if he's a corpse.
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Thomas and Minho came out of the maze that day with news. They might be found a way out. They needed people to come with them. I went, so did many others of course. Gally and the rest of the builders stayed. They couldn't leave, too scared and unknowing of the outside world.
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We reached outside, after a few very long hours. Grievers had been coming out at every direction, getting close to killing us, but luckily we got out of there before that happened. Gally followed us. He was stung. The griever got him. He.. Found a gun, aimed right for Tommy, Thomas. But chuck. Oh fucking hell. Chuck that poor kid.. He was only 12. Just a child. He wasn't a teen. He was only a kid.. The gun was shot, and time slowed. It slowed so low that it felt as though we were in a fucking movie. Chuck he.. He, oh god he moved in front of Thomas. That stupid little(!) God I just... Fucking hell. He got shot in the heart. The heart it just had to be there. I couldn't,, i-i couldn't look away.. I just- I felt the bile just- just coming up. I almost let it go. But-but it wasn't coming out. It stayed. Burning my throat like it had some sort Vendetta against it. It-it hurt. So, so, much.
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We were rescued. I thought we were at least. It-it was W.C.K.D. It was always W.C.K.D. I almost couldn't believer it. But Thomas, Tommy, said the kids that got called were taken. Their bodies strung up in devices. Not dead.. But not really alive either, they-they were being drained. Apparently we have something in our blood. Our blood. And it couldn't be made manually. It could only be extracted. Why? Why us?
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After we escaped the compound, I realised why we were being held in that facility. Not just because they wanted us to not be able to escape but because there was something out there. Cranks they called. But.. There weren't just cranks anymore. It wasn't just the flare. There was another virus as well. One that wasn't caused by the sun, but by the diseases and unhygienic selves of humans. They called them zombies when they were only affected with that virus, cranks with just the flare, but although rare there were some infected with both. They were called, the walkers. They were the most dangerous of them all. They don't really do much, just walk around. But when they're threatened or you provoke them? It's fucking terrifying. Because you know zombies are hungry, the hungrier the stronger, and cranks are really violent and messed up, it's a mix of both. Making it both equally as strong when it's hungry, which of course is constantly since they don't attack or eat anything, and also violent. It's just worse trust me. They're smarter too, like weirdly very smart. Rational sometimes too. Just-just if you see one? Ignore it. and Whatever you do. DON'T PROVOKE IT.