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Chapter 49
"Deshawn!" I shouted and though I still felt his cold somewhere, it certainly wasn't here.
Before I could comprehend anything, a sticky black liquid began to crawl from under the wall and fill the floor. Like hot tar, it was thick and scorching causing me to yelp out in pain when it circled around my shoes. It filled the corridor up slowly, pouring from cracks in the wall. My chest stung from how hard my breaths were but I couldn't move. I could only watch as the material of my converse began to steam. It traveled up past my shoes and to my ankle where I'd cuffed my jeans, leaving exposed skin. The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and it was what set my body into overdrive.
I finally pushed off into a run as the black liquid followed my every step, pouring out faster now than I could even keep up wi
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