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</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">It was a normal day in a small town. The sun was shining, and the sound of kids playing came from the schoolyard. I walked down the street and sat in the bus stop. The bus was late, so I stood up to watch the children play. They weren't there anymore. Looking around, I saw that no one was in their cars. I ran home.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“Honey?” I called to my husband. There was no answer. I ran to the bedroom, and found him lying on the bed, dead. I ran back outside, screaming for help. And then I saw them. Bodies of everyone in town strewn across the commons.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I looked for the killer, terrified. Huddled in a small alcove in a rock, I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood and clutching a knife. Without my approval, an evil smile slid up my face and I plunged the knife into my chest.</p>