Today's story is "A Day In the Unlife":
At first, there is nothing but murky blackness. She slowly swims her way out of it and wakes behind the wheel of a car. She feels groggy. Slow.
The car is crumpled against a brick wall, the driver’s side window is shattered, and her cheek, neck and left arm have all been gnawed upon rather severely. Her shirt is stained with blood. The wounds don’t hurt—just throb unnaturally. It feels like the pieces of missing flesh are still there somewhere, asleep.
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