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Day 1,157

Footsteps echoed across the empty factory floor while you remained hidden, holding your breath and praying you wouldn't be spotted among the other bodies. You curled your leg under and felt something on the body above you burst and ooze across your shin. It took every ounce of self control you possessed to keep from running.

More footsteps came into the room and began to pace its walls. Eventually they would find you, nestled under their other victims, but for now you remained lost to them. It bought you time to think of an escape plan that didn't involve running straight out in the open - not after you found the fresh remains of your friend whose spontaneous action was responsible for your survival.

Speaking of which, the footsteps are coming right towards you, at least two of them. With an unceremonious and startlingly wet thump they throw another body onto the pile you're under, the sudden weight forcing the air from your lungs in a painfully loud wheeze.

There are no footsteps for several minutes, no sound save for your shuddering breaths that you release as slowly and quietly as possible. It seems likely that they heard you or perhaps even saw some part of you twitch in a decidedly un-corpse-like way.

Keep breathing slow and low and pray that they go.

What else can you do?

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