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A University student majoring in the science trilogy — chemistry, physics and biology — he spends more time with his head buried in novels.
His vision blurs more times than not, candles burn at both ends and he has been found to be face-down on the ⠀⠀ ›
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Humans. Their ability to destroy what they don’t understand — a species that is inhabited in him.
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Humans. Their ability to destroy what they don’t understand — a species that is inhabited in him.
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An ear splitting thud punctuates the air between them — breaking the last shred of hope woven with tension.
She stumbles, crimson splattering the brickwork. Her body slides, lifeless, leaving a trail in her wake. ⠀⠀ ›
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An ear splitting thud punctuates the air between them — breaking the last shred of hope woven with tension.
She stumbles, crimson splattering the brickwork. Her body slides, lifeless, leaving a trail in her wake. ⠀⠀ ›
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“Please...” His voice is weak, almost inaudible.
She moves closer, feet turned inwards. Her steps are hindered, adjusting to the beast consuming her.
He remains hopeful — recognition possible.
Another step. His arms are extended, reaching for her. ⠀⠀›
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“Please...” His voice is weak, almost inaudible.
She moves closer, feet turned inwards. Her steps are hindered, adjusting to the beast consuming her.
He remains hopeful — recognition possible.
Another step. His arms are extended, reaching for her. ⠀⠀›
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“Newt. Your Newt.” A tear escapes him, fingers still reaching — knuckles bruised, arms scratched from the beast that planted the seed inside him, the same mindless creature that has taken her — the woman that stole his heart all those moons ago. ⠀⠀ ›
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“Newt. Your Newt.” A tear escapes him, fingers still reaching — knuckles bruised, arms scratched from the beast that planted the seed inside him, the same mindless creature that has taken her — the woman that stole his heart all those moons ago. ⠀⠀ ›
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Save her.
Their touch is electric — sparks, fireworks and joy.
... until it isnʼt.
Dark eyes are staring back at him, unyielding, determined — turned.
“... Itʼs me,” he says, voice breaking, desperate to connect with his wife. ⠀⠀ ›
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Save her.
Their touch is electric — sparks, fireworks and joy.
... until it isnʼt.
Dark eyes are staring back at him, unyielding, determined — turned.
“... Itʼs me,” he says, voice breaking, desperate to connect with his wife. ⠀⠀ ›
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crawl he learned in childhood. The sitting room; blankets draped over armrests of fabric sofas — a military game.
This isnʼt a game anymore. Stakes are poignant. Fateful.
Heʼs desperate now. A need to hold her. ⠀⠀›
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crawl he learned in childhood. The sitting room; blankets draped over armrests of fabric sofas — a military game.
This isnʼt a game anymore. Stakes are poignant. Fateful.
Heʼs desperate now. A need to hold her. ⠀⠀›
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His gaze is misted up with unshed tears of heartache for the woman that lay across the cobbles — face down, close, too far too hold. His exclamations of despair echo.
Fingers brush hers, five shuffles later combined with the army ⠀⠀ ›
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His gaze is misted up with unshed tears of heartache for the woman that lay across the cobbles — face down, close, too far too hold. His exclamations of despair echo.
Fingers brush hers, five shuffles later combined with the army ⠀⠀ ›
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The ridge on the skin — uneven and unwelcoming.
Teeth — razor sharp, sinking into his flesh, determined. He tousles with the mindless beast.
Soon, he slides down the wall of an alley — defeated, hybrid turned. ⠀⠀›
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The ridge on the skin — uneven and unwelcoming.
Teeth — razor sharp, sinking into his flesh, determined. He tousles with the mindless beast.
Soon, he slides down the wall of an alley — defeated, hybrid turned. ⠀⠀›
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for what lied ahead that evening.
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A usual, recreational sinking of three pints and a packet of crisps at the pub is just the beginning of the turn — the pivotal moment.
A new scar, faint but present. ⠀⠀ ›
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for what lied ahead that evening.
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A usual, recreational sinking of three pints and a packet of crisps at the pub is just the beginning of the turn — the pivotal moment.
A new scar, faint but present. ⠀⠀ ›
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kitchen table, toast smeared across his cheek where he fell asleep mid- breakfast.
Having shares in coffee would be his best investment.
But no amount of studying, no amount of extra classes or highlighters could have prepared him ⠀⠀›
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kitchen table, toast smeared across his cheek where he fell asleep mid- breakfast.
Having shares in coffee would be his best investment.
But no amount of studying, no amount of extra classes or highlighters could have prepared him ⠀⠀›
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⠀🕊️ 🪦 ‘ blood, gore, zombie biting, death and loss.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🪡 ‘ portrayal
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