I turn to see Zeke lying limp on the ground, blood oozing from where the knife went in. No, no, no! This can’t happen, he can’t die! I can’t lose him, I need him! Please be alive, you’re the only person I have left! His attacker, I refuse to call him his killer, he just can’t be dead, pulls the knife out of Zeke’s side and grins a psychotic grin as Zeke writhes in pain, screaming, on the floor.
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