The mouth seemed to stretch on into the night, a never-ending maw filled with teeth so sharp they cut through the clouds. The gums were grey and wrinkled as the mouse you found in that long forgotten trap when you were five. It smelled pretty similar as well - that musty, meaty, lingering at the back of your throat kind of smell, the one that stuck to your clothes for days after.
If there would even be days after this.
You knew that if you looked close enough you'd be able to see that the shifting shadows were actually thousands of hands all reaching out for you, all belonging to things shaped like everyone you ever knew and loved and they were all begging for you to join them.
Something in the back of your mind knew you were one of the last ones left...
If there would even be days after this.
You knew that if you looked close enough you'd be able to see that the shifting shadows were actually thousands of hands all reaching out for you, all belonging to things shaped like everyone you ever knew and loved and they were all begging for you to join them.
Something in the back of your mind knew you were one of the last ones left...
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