It was dark enough that I couldn't make out their features, but I could see that someone was cutting through the links of the fence. There was a sense of urgency about those that watched him, some of them turning to peer over their shoulders into the brush and foliage that edged the fence. I watched them in horror, a sense of dread washing over me. What kind of horrors had they led to our very doorstep?
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About Rose Wynters, Phase Three: Devastate
Rose Wynters, Phase Three: Devastate.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave