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Kill Everything That Moves – Part 2
"This must be a virus!" I thought.

“It has to be a virus!”
The thought clawed at my brain, but nothing made sense. Fear had paralyzed me. A hundred scenarios flickered through my mind—the worst of them all: a pandemic.
“It has to be a virus!”
But then my eyes locked onto the collapsed buildings, the unnatural devastation. “Then what about this? What kind of virus does this ?”
A new theory erupted: Aliens.
“That’s the only explanation.”
Yet the ruins were eerily empty—no ships, no invaders. Just the silent, creeping liquid and the screams of the dying.
I peeked out from my hiding spot. The sky was a sickly blanket of dust, the air thick with the stench of melted flesh. The silence between the screams was worse—a suffocating weight.
Stop thinking. Move.
People were dying. How long could I stay here?
Then I saw them: a woman and a child, huddled under a sheet of corrugated metal. Smart. I needed cover too.
I scavenged like a wild animal, tearing through debris until I found a twisted aluminum panel. Gripping it over my head, I sprinted toward them.
Their faces were hollow with terror—eyes wide, lips trembling. No words were needed. Their stares screamed: “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, voice raw. “I woke up to this… hell. Saw you and came. You’re the first living things I’ve found.”
The woman was in her forties, the girl no older than ten. Both were too shocked to speak.
I studied the sky. The liquid fell in fat, deliberate drops—acid, but worse. It didn’t just dissolve; it infested. Where it pooled, it slithered into anything alive—rats, birds, a half-eaten dog—twisting them into jerking, grotesque puppets.
“We need to go. Now.”
A half-collapsed building loomed in the distance. I grabbed the child and barked at the woman: “That ruin—run! Don’t lower your cover!”
We flew across the wasteland, feet barely touching ground. The dust choked us. The liquid hissed where it struck our metal shields.
We crashed through the building’s shattered doorway, gasping.
Safe.
For now.
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