Doey

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*All Doe felt was cold. Cold and numb. Everything was dark. So this is what death felt like...? He wasn't sure how to feel about it. But what could he do about it anyway? He was dead. He knew that. He could hear his own voice in the distance, a recording he'd made to remind himself why he stayed if he ever felt lost... but he also felt a palpable ache throughout his body. An aching ache. Pain. Wasn't pain an indicator of life? He felt his eyes flutter open, the weight of the drill still pressing down on him.* * He groaned and shifted slowly, his body thawing just enough for him to slide out from under the drill and into his normal form. His head was pounding and he could hear many voices, almost unintelligible, which only made the headache worse. He backed up to the wall and collapsed, taking a few minutes to calm down and process what he had heard. He had just lost....*

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