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He was closed. For all. The room was closed. He took of the suit off and all he had left was underwear. He felt like the suit attracts them. He had to get rid of it! But also, it was impossible, because he was already shut down in this old bunker. He hoped it was a bunker. The door was solid, sound doesn't travel beyond this space. They won't, they can't find him.
He hid his head in his arms, sitting in fetal position. That was the best he could do for now
Before he dies. It felt so close, so damn close
But still far away, until he stayed in this dark and pretty warm space. His body was in pain. Not because of physical effort
He was so much in stress, the whole body couldn't handle it anymore. Sweat was dripping down and he got a glimpse of a thought, he'd get dehydrated before a fast zombie can run down to him, carrying this horrible scream.
He pressed his back closer to the soulless surface of the wall. It was solid, cold, dirty and covered in these cheap, color dra