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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the other buildings rot as though overflowing with so much mold.

And now I hear and see you people.

(Or read. Whatever.)

Hello.