Soon.

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The fire's dying. The hurricane outside shows no signs of weakening. It's been two days. There were four of us. I'm the only one left. When they come, my dessicated corpse will join the others on the floor of this cave. There's no stopping them. At least I won't be feeling any pain as the fluids are drained from my body by their countless proboscides. They inject you with something. They're mere insects, but I swear, there is some diabolical intelligence guiding them, otherwise we wouldn't be picked off one by one.
If you find this, run. Run.
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