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The Next Move

Dakotah marched down the white corridors once again, this time with a new weapon at hand.

As the scent of the cucumbers drew closer, her stomach began to flip back and forth.
The monster was closer than she thought.
Upon turning a corner Dakotah immediately vomited.
The unmistakable scent of cucumbers suffocated her nostrils, causing her to gag on her spit.
“What the hell?” she said as she observed the dead monster before her.
Its body had been completely mutilated, with shreds of flesh spwen across every wall.
Dried puss was lamented upon the remains, and blue blood had stained the tiled floor.
The smell of the dead corpse was nauseating and foul.
Dakotah quickly turned another corner to seperate herself from the beast.

The unfamiliar feeling of panic settled in Dakotah’s chest as she leaned up against a wall.
Above her a camera observed her movements.
Dakotah pathetically laughed, “What am I suppose to do now?” she asked.

“You are suppose to win,” relplied a familiar voice behind her.

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