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Gorg not move three days. I count to make sure. Sun up, sun down. Gorg not move. Sun up, sun down. Gorg still not move. Sun up, sun down. Gorg not move at all.
We call him dead and dig hole for him. It seem right. No animals eat Gorg. We think Gorg like that.
We bury Gorg. We move on. Gotta stay close to mammoth herd. We need food. Pretty sure Gorg understand. He dead, after all.
But then strange thing happen.
Hot times come. Cold times come. Hot times come back.
Gorg comes back.
Not sure what happened. Was it prank? Gorg not funny before he dead. Mostly Gorg yell and hit things. Good hunter, Gorg.
But now Gorg kinda funny. He not hunt mammoth. He kill Rahg first night back. Then Rahg get up. He help Gorg kill others.
I too scared to fight. I run instead. They chase after me.
They strange now. They no get tired. They no need eat. Except eat people.
I good runner. But not run forever. One day get tired. They catch me. Eat me. I get back up like them.
But not yet. Until that happen, I keep running.
I still running.
We call him dead and dig hole for him. It seem right. No animals eat Gorg. We think Gorg like that.
We bury Gorg. We move on. Gotta stay close to mammoth herd. We need food. Pretty sure Gorg understand. He dead, after all.
But then strange thing happen.
Hot times come. Cold times come. Hot times come back.
Gorg comes back.
Not sure what happened. Was it prank? Gorg not funny before he dead. Mostly Gorg yell and hit things. Good hunter, Gorg.
But now Gorg kinda funny. He not hunt mammoth. He kill Rahg first night back. Then Rahg get up. He help Gorg kill others.
I too scared to fight. I run instead. They chase after me.
They strange now. They no get tired. They no need eat. Except eat people.
I good runner. But not run forever. One day get tired. They catch me. Eat me. I get back up like them.
But not yet. Until that happen, I keep running.
I still running.
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"Good morning, Sunshine," she said totally deadpan.
I grinned, but something about my face felt off. Literally. Reaching up, I felt what was left of my cheek. The sticky blood and protruding bone should've sent me into fits of nausea, but I felt nothing. I groaned. "I always knew I'd end up a zombie."
"Welcome to the club." She held out a hand to help me up. "It's not so bad. No, wait. It is."
On my feet, which thankfully weren't broken, I looked around. Nothing to see but small mountains of rubble and a smoky sky. "Where are we?"
"Oh, this? It's just a little simulation I lik
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We went through so much together.
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We played together as kids
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Taken from my note of the same title.
Written for FFM day 19
Words: 202

Written for FFM day 19
Words: 202
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"Not sure what happened. Was it prank? Gorg not funny before he dead. Mostly Gorg yell and hit things. Good hunter, Gorg." This is gold.