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...as I am still feeling the remaining headache. God, not even adrenaline can keep the fatigue at bay and the darkness solemly creeps around, bearing itself deeper and deeper and crytalizing into a single thought. 'What, if I never make it, and the voices get me.' Almost in a trance my body lunges for the ground, as if it recognizes the grass and dirt a million times over. They, the unknowns, are only a few feet away now, and I don't dare to even form a single thought, much less breath it out, as complete fear takes over. "Have you got the money Chris?" One voice threatens. In that moment something grabs my leg, and I let out a piercing scream. Well, duck.
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