The March of the Byzantine

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Prolauge: The dull colorless halls were an eery setting for this to happen. I wouldn't be able to tell color from another color anyways, I was far too dizzy. I was trying to run, but once again I hit a wall. The instant I shut my eyes was a releif for them, but opening them again was only a new challenge to top the other ones in action now. My blood looked black against the grey walls. I heard the man run after me, and then a gun shot. I was still confused on why i was standing. Breathing. Alive. 

"Savannah!"

I fell down, and black covered my thoughts and vision. Pitch black. 

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⏰ Last updated: May 04, 2013 ⏰

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