The world becomes a hunting ground at night. As Dean sleeps, Sam practises his own darkness.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The percentage of the atmosphere that oxygen fills slowly drops, not suddenly and noticeably, but steadily. Each day someone will stop on the street to take a deep breath, wondering why it is suddenly harder to draw in air. Soon everybody will do it. And not long after that, there will be no air left to draw.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS AWESOME.
*goes to read again*
The world becomes a hunting ground at night. As Dean sleeps, Sam practises his own darkness.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The percentage of the atmosphere that oxygen fills slowly drops, not suddenly and noticeably, but steadily. Each day someone will stop on the street to take a deep breath, wondering why it is suddenly harder to draw in air. Soon everybody will do it. And not long after that, there will be no air left to draw.
*dies*
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I'm really glad you enjoyed it =) Thankyou for the comment!
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