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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Nov 26, 2015 8:28:50 GMT -5
Ira Defaire would awaken on a bed within a dimly lit hospital room with none of her possessions and a single loose, white gown on her body. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and her entire body ached. Everything within was turned on its side, and the floors and walls were stained with blood. All of the glass within the room was shattered, and the only windows Ira could see were cemented shut. At the far end of the room, a single light bulb flickered on and off, swinging lightly over a door. On this door was a window, with a single word written in blood.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 23, 2015 21:53:46 GMT -5
Weaking gritting her teeth, she feebly collapsed onto her bed once more, after her futile attempts to sit up. She took a great, shuddering breath as she saw the word. Her brain was unable to comprehend the actual definition of the word, and she couldn't find her phone anywhere.
Fumbling with the bedsheets, she attempted to push herself off the bed. However, she merely felt the impact of the floor greeting her gleefully as she groaned to herself quietly.
"I need help." Her voice was muffled.
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