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It was late night, About 11:55. I was watching a re-run of the Local News when a breaking report came about. A meteor was seen over the skies on Panama City Beach. It was only about the size of a gumball, but was emitting enough smoke that it was noticed. People gathered around the crater, she said, and looked at the crater it made on the beach. The crater was about 20 feet long and about 30 feet deep. The actual meteorite was lodged somewhere in the sand, As the Scientists from the Naval Base gathered around and started to search for the meteorite. As most people left, I and 2 others stayed with the scientists until the meteorite was found. Satisfied with a nice story, I was able to crawl into my bed and fall asleep,
I woke up the next morning with a shock. I had cuts and scars all over my body. My windows were broken and my apartment was trashed. My T.V. looked like it was struck by a baseball-bat, And by this point I was willing to believe that. The only things remaining were glass shards, ripped up paper, my tipped-over fridge, (about 2/3s of the food that was in it, stolen) And my Emergency F.M. /A.M. Radio. I looked out my broken window to find that the city looked like my room.
Trashed. Broken. I turned on the radio and tried to find Titan 13 news channel. The only thing that I found was what sounded like a tired scared man who said;
There were no more channels.
Only more
I got on my trench coat and pants, and grabbed my pocketknife. I knew my situation was already
I opened up the door- It was like the yellow fever all over again. About 4 people from the navy base were in hazmat suits, trying to rid the disease. The
I woke up in the corner of a parking garage with a non-changed person. He said that changed person had hit me in the head, and he took me here. Everyone was either dead, changed, or had left. They were closing in on us. There was no escape. One changed person charged at me- It was one of Mr.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital. My left arm was gone, and I had mechanical legs on. There were about 30 other people in the room with me, all having some kind of amputation. A nurse came in and greeted me, and said
I was released 1 week after.
I constantly think about something like it happening again.
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