The Wastelands

The Wastelands: Zero by Phrophet X

He watched the little boy stumble along. The arm a grotesque parody
of a real arm, swinging freely from its shoulder socket. Their eyes
met a moment later, but it was already too late for the little boy.
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The Wastelands: One by Phrophet X

The third day came and the burial was coming. Cousins, men who worked
in a neighboring village were on the way to open the grave. That was
when Andrea had sat up and vomited blood.
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The Wastelands: Two by Phrophet X

He watched as another woman, also dead – he could tell from the way
her skin stretched too tightly across her face, the way her bones
protruded through that skin in places…
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