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Prologue: Breaking NewZ

Emotionally charged situations compromise one’s ability to reason.

Under such circumstances, one might throw all caution to the wind and go

with whatever feels right in the heat of the moment, only to lose everything

after this fatal error in judgment.

This is just another retelling of a tale as old as time.

“Pull the trigger! Now!”

The screaming man carried a pistol of his own, but as was evident from the

locked back slide, the magazine had already been fully emptied. Had there been

any spare ammunition, he would’ve put it to good use by now.

“That thing’s no longer human!”

He snaked his arm between two metal bars and pointed down the hall at a

shadowy figure slowly creeping toward them.

Step by step, it inched closer and closer. Its movements were jerky and

unnatural, as though it only reflexively stepped forward to keep itself from

collapsing to the ground.

The unsettling aura radiating from the figure as it limped down the hallway

couldn’t be explained away by some sort of leg injury. No, there was something

much more sinister at play.

“You’re right... You’re right, but I can’t do it! I just can’t!” sobbed a woman on

the other side of the bars, shaking her head violently as she gripped her own

pistol in both hands.

“Listen to me! It’s not him! That

thing

isn’t your boyfriend!” the man shouted

while furiously rocking the iron bars.

Had it not been for this physical barrier between them, he could have been by

her side. He could’ve ripped the gun right out of her hands and pumped the

creature full of lead... but alas.