A Pest

[THREE DAYS AGO!]

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A tiny figured individual stealthily marched upon the city's dead streets, dressed in only black clothes that were as dark as this cold night and the piercingly cold atmosphere that surrounded them.

It was so hushed on every abrupt turn they made — the only thing that was keeping their ears hostage was their heart that throbbed bitterly fast, right in the core of their ears. Fear — it marched throughout their system, hindering every perfect step they were trying to take. Cold air mercilessly bit into their lungs, filling their system with the unwashed air of the decay zone.

Suspense trailed on every one of their nerves as they were snaking underneath the smoothness of the night. Ominous shadows crept across the streets, quickly infusing aghast to swallow their heart — leaving it shallow and grime. "Come on, where is it?" The terrified individual spat, her words quivering as their eyes were cautiously observing the location they were in.

"Is it…them?" They inves