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Together, we can break the world record for longest book. When this challenge gets the necessary number of entries, it will expire and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. Feel free to build from existing entries or write something radically different.
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InfinityWords
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Dear Whoever You Are,

Hello. If you're reading this, I have no idea what happened to me, but it can't have been good. I'm sitting alone in a dusty barn. I woke up here. My skin is riddled with cuts and bruises, I'm starving, and I have no idea where I am or who brought me here, but at least I'm not laying bleeding in the street. Not a whole lot of people can claim that today. 

I'm scared. I'm sure that's a perfectly reasonable thing to be, but I'm not as scared as I should be. My heart doesn't seem to be racing and I have no intention to panic, which is strange. I'm really a naturally anxious person and this is definitely a situation that should cause some anxiety. My mind feels sluggish. Maybe I hit my head? It feels alright. For now, all I can do is write. Write and hope someone finds this and finds me. 

Honestly, the only thing I feel is my stomach pinching. My wounds don't hurt all that bad, but I'm afraid to move much. I have to be in shock. What does one do to stop being in shock? I certainly don't know, but I'm not complaining for now. 

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Hello again. I just tried standing up for the first time. Surprisingly, my legs work fine and I can walk slowly. I'm really getting hungry now. It's almost sunset and I wonder if I should go out and try to find food. If I'm in a barn, there should be food nearby, right? 

I just realized that maybe you don't even know what happened. I'm not exactly sure what happened either, but all I know is that, across the world, graveyards erupted. Zombies rose from the ground and attacked people left and right. I know it sounds just like a zombie movie, but it's not so cliché and funny when it's actually happening to you. 

I'm going outside to see if I can get my bearings. Hopefully I'll live to write another line.

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Ok. I'm getting more scared now. There weren't any zombies outside, but it's getting really dark and I didn't see any other buildings. I heard some people a little while off and I tried to call out, but I couldn't speak properly. I think my throat is damaged. I need to get to those people. Maybe they can help me. Wish me luck. 

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Hello. I'm alright. But this is the last time I'm writing. I found the people and I think I'm going to be safe. There's no reason to keep telling you my story. There's a lot of people here, maybe 12-15, and we're pretty isolated so no one will bother me. I don't need to worry about supplies either. They have plenty of stuff. I dread the next time I'll have to leave to find food, but that shouldn't happen for a while.

Their bodies will last me a good long time before I have to hunt again.

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