minionlover
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November 24, 2017. 3am
It's Thursday, your only day off from work and you've decided to bike out at the dead of night. You enter a barren road and you can barely make out the white marks on the road. Suddenly, light flashes from behind you, it comes closer and closer, until finally, you're struck. Tumbling to the floor, you roll a couple of feet, looking back at the road as two red lights become smaller and dimmer. Blood oozes from your stomach as you groan in pain. Regret begins to cover your eyes, you're dying, and no one's coming to save you.
What do you do now?
No need to answer, you're already dead.
It's Thursday, your only day off from work and you've decided to bike out at the dead of night. You enter a barren road and you can barely make out the white marks on the road. Suddenly, light flashes from behind you, it comes closer and closer, until finally, you're struck. Tumbling to the floor, you roll a couple of feet, looking back at the road as two red lights become smaller and dimmer. Blood oozes from your stomach as you groan in pain. Regret begins to cover your eyes, you're dying, and no one's coming to save you.
What do you do now?
No need to answer, you're already dead.