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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Walking to the residentials is a first for me.” Said Lucia. “You’ve been here for work before, right?”
“Yeah, a few times. These residential folks are pretty fancy in their own right. But, since it’s far away, we don’t get to bring the good fixers here. Besides, they kept on complaining about quality when they don’t even like paying on-time themselves.” Tomas replied.
The walk to the residential felt like a reprieve from the storm. Bound by the uncertainty or fear behind and beyond, only held by a hope that the mystery ahead isn’t as horrible as they imagine.
“This place is eerily deserted.” Said Anton.
He popped more buttons from his shirt. The sleeves he rolled mid his arm have now moved past his elbows.
“According to the message, there’s not much chaos here in the ‘residentials.’ Seems like it’s true.”
“Seems, to me, th
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Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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