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Day 2,025

It came walking across the floodplains, looking worse than any rotten body we'd ever seen wash up after a good storm. It wasn't bloated like they usually are either. It was this gangly thing covered in debris that some of us recognised from the seasonal carnival that got swept away last month.

They never did find everybody and now this thing was heading straight for town wearing scraps of the missing folk like a second skin. Could you blame us for what we did? I wouldn't have lost a single night's sleep if the others hadn't showed up the next night.

The little ones. Ones that reminded us of our own kids. Still the same kind if gangly, trash-covered things but definitely children. They didn't come too far over the floodplains, just far enough to make eye contact like they knew we killed the other one.

Last night the plains were full of them - must have been hundreds.

Town was real quiet today and I bet my right hand it'll be quieter tomorrow.

And the floodplains will be fuller than ever before.

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