Outlast

Hailey mutters a few commands to her device. The screen splits in two, the left side showing Hailey’s dimpled chin and chicory skin, the other side loading Outlast. I hold my breath, body slippery with sweat.

The trumpets, the greeting.

The death toll.

YOU HAVE OUTLASTED…

…54,030,901 OF THEM.

The numbers surge.





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