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It’s been 315 days since the outbreak. 187 days since I realized I might be the only survivor. 3 days since the two of us improbably found each other in the wreckage of the world and regained hope. I’d been alone so long by the time I met you, I almost didn’t recognize the first sign of infection: hallucination.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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