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Submitted to Contest #319
Lt. Colby’s body stares up at me lifelessly. I stumble against the wall, my hand against the searing wound under my ribs. The silver-plated knife he used sits on the ground next to him, tauntingly covered in my blood. The blood I drank from him wasn’t enough to fully stop my wound from oozing and I’m lightheaded. Smoke hangs in the air and I clumsily hobble out of the room, using the wall for support as I drag myself down the hall, leaving a streak of blood in my wake. I finally push myself out the door, my eyes assaulted by the sunlight and...
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