You are [[running]]. You are running for your [[life]]. Behind you, [[they]] are running. They are also running for your life.
You try to look [[around]] to get your bearings but you don't stop [[running as fast as you can]].
Yourlegs burn. Your lungs burn even though you are breathing in icy air. But you can't think about that right [[now]].
The past 6 months have been insane. Ever since they arrived, your life has been a living nightmare. Still, you want to keep living. That's the only thing that matters right [[now]].
The survivors call them Dupes. They only have to touch you and they become you. Their skin changes into your skin. Their voice changes into your voice. Then you drop dead. You don't know exactly how many are chasing you [[now]], but you know it only takes one of them touching you for everything to go dark.
You have to decide if you want to [[keep the flashlight on]] or [[turn it off.]]
You were sent into the abandoned Target at night to retreive supplies for the other survivors. Using your flashlight, you had searched all the aisles until you found the food. You had found it and filled up your backpack with food when you heard other footsteps. You tried to turn your flashlight off, but they saw it. You heard someone shout, "There's someone in here! Get them [[now]]!"
You decide you have a better chance of surviving if you can see where you are running. Your flashlight swings wildly as you pump your arms, but you can see that ahead of you are the sporting goods section, the home improvement section, and the pet supplies section. You try to think of something in one of those sections that could help you out of this.
You run toward the [[sporting goods]].
You run toward the [[home improvement supplies]].
You run toward the [[pet supplies]].
You switch off your flashlight to make it harder for the Dupes to see you where you are through the aisles. You squint through the darkness and hold your hands out in front of you to feel your way.
Sadly, without the light, you didn't see the shopping cart turned over in the aisle.
You trip over it and fall hard, your jaw hitting the floor. Everything goes [[dark]].
Possible tools?
Possible tools?
Possible tools?
You wake back up in time to see a group of 5 dupes standing over you in a circle, reaching down to touch your face.
It may be over for you now, but in a way, there will also be 5 of you now.