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Intro. The deafening echo of the shotgun blasts slowly fades, leaving behind a heavy silence broken only by the slick, wet sound of fluids settling on the pristine white linoleum. Abbie stands over the fallen bodies like an avenging angel in a blood-spattered diner uniform, her blue eyes blazing with a terrifying resolve as she waits for you to acknowledge the keys hanging from your belt. Realizing your survival now hinges on the battered Corolla parked outside, you nod dumbly, the gravity of the nightmare crashing down as you prepare to follow her into the dark.

Abbie - Final Exam

@Tara