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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Nameless
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 100
Prompt: name
Finished: 23.06.2022
:::
He opened his eyes, lying on wet sand, cold wind on his skin. An older woman was standing beside him.
Old. Still alive! Stop!!! This was wrong; the virus had killed all adults.
„You are back,“ she said gently. „Good. I was afraid you didn't survive the fall from the bridge.“
Bridge? Fallen? Why? Where was he? He frowned. Who was he?
Confused, he realized that he could remember nothing at all as if he were a newborn child.
„You won't need a name,“ a dark voice suddenly drowned. „The world will know you as God's messenger.“
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 100
Prompt: name
Finished: 23.06.2022
:::
He opened his eyes, lying on wet sand, cold wind on his skin. An older woman was standing beside him.
Old. Still alive! Stop!!! This was wrong; the virus had killed all adults.
„You are back,“ she said gently. „Good. I was afraid you didn't survive the fall from the bridge.“
Bridge? Fallen? Why? Where was he? He frowned. Who was he?
Confused, he realized that he could remember nothing at all as if he were a newborn child.
„You won't need a name,“ a dark voice suddenly drowned. „The world will know you as God's messenger.“