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You decided to get in the car with Lucille. You looked behind you and saw Atlas sitting in the backseat. He looked terribly concerned; his knees wouldn't stop moving up and down. His eyes drifted towards you, and his eyebrows knotted as if he had just realized you were in the car.

"Why are you here?" Atlas asked. His usual jolly tone was nowhere to be heard. It almost sounded like he was complaining.

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Lucille helped you with your seatbelt as you were still frozen with terror. "Because she went into the forest, and somehow she survived as well."

"Can somebody please explain to me what's happening?" you said, your voice trembling so badly.

Lucille drove at high speed, barely missing the people running on the road. She beeped her car as she shouted, "Get off the fucking road!"

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