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**SLAM**
Another saferoom. What is it now.. 42?
John glances as his clock. He barley made it in time before Goatman would've come. Only 7.2 seconds to spare...
John sighs. How long will this go on? How much longer will they have to keep running, avoiding their sins, dying, and repeating. It feels like he's been here for centuries. He hasn't though. Right?
...right?
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John kneels on the hard ground of the saferoom, his knees and back aching from all the running and sliding he's been doing. It's a real miracle that his clothing doesn't rip on the knees.
Clasping his hands together and closing his eyes, he begins to talk to God.
'Hello, my love.' God says to John, their voice peaceful and lulling.
'Hello, God.' John responds politely. He has gotten good at sounding polite during his time here (he can thank Dozer for that one).
...
'My love. I feel you are ready.' God suddenly says, interrupting the temporary silence.
'wh- uh, whatever do you mean?' John exclaims in thought.
'w- er, what exactly am I ready for?'
'Life. I can feel that you have learned. I can see that you have understood. You are ready to be amongst your people again. Amongst life.' God answers.
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John gasps, opening his eyes suddenly. Wait.. is he finally going to be free?
John looks around for a second, waiting. They're still in the safe room...and he doesn't feeling anything different.
'time. It must take time.' John mutters aloud to no one on particular.
With a grunt, he gets up from his kneeling position and walks over to the wall, sitting down with his back against it.
His fingers go to his cross, tracing the brick patterns etched into it.
...
Freedom. At last. It will be great. Won't it?
...
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**HONK**
**SCREEECH**
**VWOOSH**
**HONK HONK**
John startles awake, looking around suddenly. He must've dozed off without realizing it.
Where... Is he though?
With a quick glance around, it's obvious he's not in the saferoom at least.
Wait..
They're free! They are finally free of their infinite Purgatory! No more sins! No more death!
John shoots up from wherever he was sitting and pumps his fists happily.
Wait where was he sitting again?
Looking down and behind him, he can see that he seems to be in some sort of... Hallway? Two brick walls with a paved way where he was. He's by a opening that leads to what he can recognize as a street...
(He's in an alleyway if I didn't describe it good enough btw)
Three people pass. They're all a bit taller than John, yet seemingly younger? Ish? They're wearing dark clothing.
But it's ripped on the legs? And their jackets are crumpled and tied around their waists. Weird.
One of the people snickers and jabs his friend with his elbow, whispering something John picks up as 'look at this weirdo stoner.' the group walks off, still jeering at John and giggling under their breathes.
what is a Stoner again?
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Upon exiting the brick hallway thing, John is amazed. The buildings span tall and wide, with materials he's never seen on walls before.
On the streets, there are many types of automobiles, so sleek and metal! Pedestrians are walking dogs or chatting with small glowing pieces of metal in their hand!
John quickly realizes his manners and stops staring, though still glancing all around at all these strange things.
John's shoes click against the sidewalk as he wanders, his outfit much more... ahem... Dressy, than anyone else's. He notices many glares, from confused to straight up weirded out.
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'how much time has passed? Why is everything so different? What hasn't changed?' John wonders, pondering on the question as he looking around at shops and stories, buildings and restaurants alike.
**OOF**
John slams into someone, falling to the ground on his butt, the other person mirroring him.