I back off a bit. The edges are not safe. Parts of the floor are still falling down the hole we made.
I waited by the forklift. Got inside for security.
Waited another long time. Every moment that passes is a constant struggle. My body is falling apart.
Jacob had what was left of the antibiotics.
Jacob.
The more I think about it, the more I realize.
There is no way he could have outrun the flames. Even if he had taken cover somewhere, he must have been too close from the explosion.
He can't possibly had survived.
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HorrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
