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I glared across the room, greeted by the eyes of my fellow outpost crew. Out of the four of us in that room, one or more
It started a week ago. During the night hours, some giant rock or whatever crashed into our radar room, destroying whatever possible contact we
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"B-b-BONE HURTING JUICE!" was all his five mouths could spit out before he exploded into an orange, gory spectacle. I
What complexed us the most was what that man said: "Bone hurting juice". None of us knew what the hell that meant, but maybe he
The first sign something was off, from my point of view, was when I was hanging out with a couple of my friends, Bennings and Fuchs, in the lounge room.
"Hey," Fuchs blurted out suddenly. "
"Yeah," Bennings responded. "So you can crack open a cold one with the bois?"
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Bennings rolled his eyes and leapt on top of the nearby night stand, crouching and entering a chicken stance.
"WhAt weRe yoU reFeReNCinG MaN?" He shrieked, his speech noticeably distorted and inhuman. Fuchs and I were taken aback by this, and we both looked at each other, not sure how to react. Bennings, stumbling, fell off the night stand and landed in front of us with a crash. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets, and he looked
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What was left of Bennings was a writhing mass of flesh, spitting out occasional references to things we
The following week was a nightmare. Left and right, my fellow outpost members were turning into these "things", and none of us knew what was happening for a while. Our lead scientist, Blair, eventually did find out what was happening four days after the initial incident, and what we were told
Blair was our only hope in finding a way to stop the spread, but it was already too late. Instead of mutating, he began a violent rampage in an attempt to stop us "meme-loving fucks." We unfortunately had to knock him out and lock him in a shed outside, killing any chance of him helping us.
After Windows, our only chef, offered us "covfefe" with a side of "Szechuan sauce", the remaining fourteen of us came to the realization that if we were being fed this cancer,
Ten of us succumbed to the cancer within the next three days. With only four of us left, we had to do something drastic.
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"You sure we can trust you, Mac?" Childs asked.
"If I was infected, I
Clark snickered.
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"If we wanted to kill the cancer, we could just have it listen to my fire mixtape."
We all turned our attention to Clark. Without hesitation, I blasted him with a long burst from the flamethrower. His inhuman screams were louder than the crackling of the flames, and he leapt through a nearby window, collapsing in the snow and exploding into that familiar orange goop. We
"Alright," I continued. "
"So," Childs says. "
I almost blasted him but, unlike all of the other references, this was one that I got. I trusted Childs.
"That makes one of us," I said, heating the spork up again and dipping it in
"Whew," Garry sighed. "#Blessed."
A couple beats pass, and Childs and I turn our attention to Garry. We both came to the horrible realization that this test
"pretty lit tbh fam" he screeches, dying. Only Childs and I remain. Like the dumbass that I am, I accidentally hit one of the posts holding the roof up while torching Garry, and the whole base is now on fire.
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"For the Boss Baby to come by and help us finish our 3AM fidget spinner challenge."
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