A Plague in My Own Hands – 50 Word Story

Gavin casts a glance across the room at the shell of his shattered asPhone and then back to the speaker.

“Will they ever stop?”

“Who Gavin?”

“Those things out there,” he asks as he looks up at the door.

“Eventually, when they cease to live.”

“You mean they won’t stop?”

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