When I came to, I was alone in a pitch black room. It was
dead quiet. I screamed out for help. Not a sound escaped my lips. I yelled for
what felt like hours. I felt completely alone. Then I felt a warm breath on the
back of my neck
“what happened?” he muttered. A second ago he could feel the
wind on his face, and his heartbeat reverberating through his body as he
drunkingly sped through the night. But now he looks down on the crumpled pile
of metal where his body now lays, contorted and distorted beyond recognition.
These are both really good! Thank you for participating and good luck on the competition.
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