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Day 1,985

As you head into town you find all the traffic lights frozen and the streetlights are broken. The sky is filled with strange constellations and the town is dimly lit by those amber dots at every junction. The SatNav knows where you want to go and tells you to switch off your headlights - you need not trust anything else.

And just like that your world narrows down to the harsh light of the map and the faint orange glow that almost seems to be chasing you through deserted street after deserted street after... after shadows moving in ways shadows aren't supposed to move.

They flow in behind you, trying to grab the rear bumper and pry the gas cap off and open the boot and you find yourself speeding up more than you should in a residential area that feels familiar and alien all at once. As soon as you slow to turn at the next junction, the shadows seem to flow up and over you.

The SatNav tells you to keep going, to take a left here and the third exit at a roundabout you can't see because there are shadows swarming your car and you hope and pray that the doors are locked. They should be locked but then again the streetlights should be on and there should be other people.

All you can do is drive and hope that you reach your destination before the shadows finally reach you.

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