The Letter

Smith had continually peed on his body - not knowing how or when - because of the thudding of the marauding zombies that kept banging fiercely on the door endlessly. After his breathing has finally vapoured out clearly, a dark miasma filled his nose. He wondered where that solid stench was coming from.

The room he entered was a small and tight confined room, with a little window peeking a little sunlight to the room.

He searched everywhere and there was no sign of where the smell was coming from. His eyes then caught a rectangular ancient box that was slightly opened. Just by its size, he knew the box was big enough to contain a full human in it.

Adjusting his glasses and sweats raining down his whole body, he took small trembling steps to the place where the large box laid. The smell became stronger as he got closer to the box. Still, he endured every smell and now stood before the box. His only prayer was that what it was he was thinking in his mind should not be what it is. It must
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