The tunnel
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sk123
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If you ever wondered how women feel walking alone at night you should read this.

The tunnel

The echo of footsteps in a concrete tunnel. At the end there's a yellow light flies swarming to the yellow light, bright. But in here it's dark, dark and humid.

The humidity of her breath forming clouds over her head. In the end of the tunnel you can see the clouds with your eyes but in here all she can see are eyes. Eyes watching, she's watching them.

In the end of the tunnel there's only a smile. A smile piercing and cutting. There are others there but they are blind. Blinded zombies staring at the concrete wall.

They're alone in the crowd, her and the smile. She turns back through the concrete tunnel.

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