A lamp post stands
in the forest.
Deserted woods
except for mist.
A wolf howls
in the distance.
A cold breeze hits me.
Is this a nightmare?
The rocks beneath my bare feet
feel hard and pointy.
Why am I barefooted?
And why am I dressed in
a nightgown?
A light flickers
in the lamp post.
I might not be alone.
I should run.
I can’t.
The end is near.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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