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FORBIDDEN...

The stench of the lime green corpse, floating just beneath the surface of the water seemed to burn its nauseating smell into his mind. Christopher found it difficult to turn aside from the sight of it; but in doing so he only discovered hundreds more - bloated bodies littering the left and right side of the shoreline. Men, women and -

He awoke, sitting up and screaming in a sweat-soaked tangle of sheets, and the soft reasuring voice of his wife Martha; telling him that he was all right, it was just a bad dream. A bad dream? But Christopher wasn't so sure about that as he struggled to fall back to sleep; with the sound of the thunderstorm looming ever closer outside their bedroom window.

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