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The teen stares out their window, tears in their eyes as they think of everything that gone wrong, all the things that have changed, and they think 'why? Why me? Why must I be the one? The last human? Everyone else froze in time, then, there is me...why am I special?' Then? Then they see something they haven't seen in forever. A flash of movement.
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