Cold... Very cold... They stripped me of my fur. My tail... I could not reach my hands back there, but pain suggested it was no longer there. I could not move any part of my body. My eyes were hurting and the world appeared strangely bright, no matter if the room was dark and damp. My sunglasses must be gone... I looked down. My hoof was bleeding. So cold...
A door opened and revealed a bright light. I shut my eyes.
Their voices were hushed, but deep. And then, the laughing started. It began as just a chuckle and then grew louder. The door closed. The laughing grew louder. Their footsteps echoed on the wet steel floor, and when I opened my eyes, a blood-stained, rusted machete appeared in front of my face. As it swung up and swung down into view, the room went black and a scream sounded far in the distance.
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Apocalyptic Red
Another sci-fi apocalyptic story.
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