There’s a bloody hand print on the mirror, my clothes are covered in blood I look around, yet everything is so spotless. I try to wash my hands of the blood but, it doesn’t want to come off. I look out my window and see the streets filled with dead people walking casually going nowhere. I cry out to God for his help and I hear nothing. I drop to my knees and start seeking his face crying not knowing what to do. I hear a whisper sweep across the room wash your hands clean. As I wash my hands I look out the window and the dead just disappear. I look down my hands are spotless. I look at my clothes, wearing a white robe. I begin to praise God. Then I awake from my sleep in a sweat .

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