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BIFF BAM No. 25

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The dead came back at night.

I didn't know what it was, at first - no one did.

doesn't matter - no one would have believed it anyway.

Belief meant nothing, as it turns out.

Who cares about what you believe when you KNOW?

We know a lot since that first night.

The dead hate us, for one.

they're in pain, and they hate us.

So we ran.

Some of us ran far away.

Some of us didn't.

All I know for sure . . .

. . . is that they'll never stop until we're just like them.