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Sirens



I could hear the sirens wailing
In the thick musty air
I woke up
The sour smell of something dead
Filled my nostrils

Light was scarce
I couldn’t see my hands
In front of me
The persistent splashing of a leaky pipe
Dripped off in the distance

I tried to stand
But I couldn’t move
My feet were chained
To the wall

I struggled and screamed
With all of my might
The wall didn’t budge
And the chains
Stayed tight

Suddenly, the sirens stopped
The lights came on
I heard a knock
The door opened

I couldn’t look
Only listen
Hearing the footsteps
Coming closer




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