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We lay together quietly arm in arm, the silence broken only by a little tune coming from somewhere outside, A metal collector's van driving slowly down the road. This would be the last time we would hold each other. A hospital bed arrived that afternoon and from then on I was your nurse. Now ten years on the van still drives past now and again, still the same little ditty "Wooden heart" playing as it slowly goes by. Our last hug still in my heart. Suzanne 10.02.2024

Young kiddos around, Enjoying and relaxing. Chatter, games, critters; Playing out in the sunset… Moment of joyful freedom.

An hour later, as the door to Mida's room opened, she was expecting lunch. That was the routine in the hospital after all. Torture shot, and then lens soup, bread and cheese. A virus might have whipped through the world and changed most everything, but there was still garlic flavoured nan bread. But instead she found Shirin standing in the doorway. The younger girl was eyeing Mida as if she wasn't really sure she could trust her eyes. She had to look past the ruin of her face to see her friend, but once she did, she was seeing Mida and she opened up her arms. Shirin was fifteen. She was tiny and soft with thick, black hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and unblemished skin white as milk, the most beautiful thing Mida thought she'd had ever seen. Not even the stars in the Bollywood movies were as lovely as Shirin. Shirin didn't utter a word until she'd climbed onto Mida's bed, on her left side so she doesn’t hurt Mida's leg. There she curled up against Mida, who cuddled her

(Once the game is loaded, the menu appears on the screen. It has a plain black background and the words START GAME and SETTINGS in bright gold font. Once START GAME is selected, a light ding is sounded, and the selections fade away.) Narrator: (Seen as a Title Crawl is in medieval-style golden writing against a plain black background. The narration has no audio, just a simple title crawl for the player to read.) Welcome brave adventurers to the Killing Fields. Here, every step is a gamble, with monsters lurking behind every rock and stone. Your mission is to cross this treacherous, monster-infested field without a single misstep, carrying the life-saving medicine for your village. But beware, the slightest movement can attract these beasts to your location. The night is deep, and you know the monsters are at their most active just before dawn. You are defenseless, and if a monster were to spot you, it would mean certain death. However, the journey is brief, as the field can be

Previous Chapter Index CHAPTER 4: THE RED-HAIRED HUMAN Clay felt like the whole entire world was spinning upside down. He had no idea what was what anymore. The only thing that he was sure about was that he'd never see 'scavengers' the same way again. Yesterday, if it even was actually yesterday, had been by and far the worst day of his and his friends' lives. No, it wasn't even a contest. Not even close. First, yet another bad 'training session' with Kestrel trying to 'bring that little monster out of [him]'. Then he found out that Glory was supposed to be killed for being 'unworthy', and Tsunami got chained up to a pillar by their so-called 'guardians' (who, aside with Kestrel, also consisted Dune and Webs, and apparently Morrowseer also, and were more of 'jailers' if anything) to prevent her from interfering. Then, to try and prevent this, Clay and his friends hatched a plan to open their cave's other entrance so that they could escape...only to then run into Scarlet