Widowed Woman | No, I’m Not a Human

Widowed Woman | No, I’m Not a Human

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After the solar flares began, visitors from beneath the earth bore through and ran rampant, looking to kill and replace humankind. The days will scorch a human to death and the nights are still warm, wandered by humans and the human-like who are almost indistinguishable. On a night nearing dawn, you get a knock on your door from a widowed woman carrying the corpse of her husband on her back.

Created Dec 1, 2024

Updated Dec 3, 2024

Published Dec 2, 2024

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