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Death's girlDeath sat watching her. Somehow the impossible was happening. She sat opposite him at the table and was chatting away to him. She saw him, and she knew who he was. Still she kept talking, not hurriedly, nor with any fear in her voice as others before her were prone to do. Suddenly she stopped and looked straight into his hollow eyes, she smiled.Death's girl
Who in their right mind smiles at death?
His thoughts were scattered. He had seen so many people before. Few were alive. Those that were alive, ran for their lives screaming. A couple fainted. Some, had a heart attack. This girl wasn't to be dead any time soon, and yet in seeing him had


HeroHe coughed, a deep raspy cough that bubbled in his throat and came out sounding inhuman. The mutation was spreading. From just a small pinprick puncture in his gloves, the spilled substance had immediately infected him. It wasn't designed for humans and he could feel is body protesting to the foreign substance.Hero
He'd already hit the panic button, the reinforced doors were sealed shut and the siren was screeching overhead. All he could do was wait it out, and hope that his body wouldn't react too badly to the chemicals.
He doubled over, pain scorching down his spine, searing white flashes erupting from his temples and burning into
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