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Intrigue and truth abound.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sj6s9q_fMv0CfQwdc-rOCgLlnNBzmYMmP80BXtndhsk/edit
Here's an example of one set of roles.
And here's an example of a newspaper based on these roles... basically, the first day. ))
... Mom! Mom!! Mommy!!!.. Don't die! Mommy, live! Mom, where are you? Why?????!!!!!!
- Shhh, little girl, be quiet. Don't cry.
- ...aa? What?..
- Your mom is alive, everything is okay, you just had a nightmare.
- God… I can't take it anymore!...
- You're a good girl… quiet, quiet. Hush, little baby, hush….
...hmm. Why not?
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That night, she barely slept. Fear tormented her. An incomprehensible, otherworldly, existential fear that choked her almost as much as her nightmares did. Clutching (for some reason) her bag to her chest, she sat on the bed and looked first at the window, then at the door, then at the bed next to hers. The moon shone softly and peacefully through the window, the chirping of a cricket came from the meadow, she remembered her childhood - a rural childhood with crickets, the moon, and fresh air… how she wished she could go home now, to her parents' house, and breathe that air, unspoiled by exhaust fumes, smelling of freshly cut grass.
- …still, it's good that the clinic is far from the city - she thought. - At least there's something to breathe here.
She remembered her home and childhood again. And fell asleep, if only for a short time.
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He woke up to the steady ticking. Somewhere nearby, a mechanical clock was ticking. This was strange; there were no clocks in the rooms except for those that patients could bring with them. He opened his eyes. Someone was next to him. He turned his head and in the dim light saw that she was sitting next to him. Her face was unfamiliar, but he immediately understood.
- You? That's strange.
- Nothing strange. - She replied calmly. Her tone was businesslike and official, but her voice itself sounded soft, almost gentle.
- And now what? - he asked.
- Let's go. It's time.
- Time?..
She looked at him intently and nodded.
- But I don't want to.
- Let's go - she replied, almost gently…
And he got out of bed.
Noname
- Doctor!! Doc! Come here quickly!!
He was out of breath, trying to get to the doctor's room as quickly as possible.
- What? What is it?? - the doctor was not asleep.
- There's someone… some kind of strange guy near the bed, doing something. I don't know him. Let's go!
The doctor got up from his chair and quickly left the room.
- Why didn't you press the button?? - he asked as he walked.
- Damn… I completely forgot about the existence of that button. As soon as I saw him, I went pale, and I immediately came to you.
They both burst into the room. She was lying in bed motionless. The doctor rushed to her bed and put one hand on her forehead and the other on her neck.
His eyes pierced her pale face, trying to catch something in her features, something that only he understood.
- It's too late. - He sighed after about twenty seconds.
- What?? What's too late? Did she die???
- Not exactly. - The doctor turned and looked sadly at the patient. - But you can't call her fully alive either. This is a state close to catalepsy. To be honest, I don't know of any cases where a patient has been brought out of it.
Quasi
The doctor looked at the almost unwrinkled blanket that covered her, at the sheet. He looked around, trying to find some traces of the person who had just left this room. On the chair, he saw a small envelope. Opening it, the doctor took out a piece of paper on which strange lines were typed on a typewriter:
We all heard
his promise.
It's a lie.
What the hell… - the doctor's eyebrows shot up, like some stern eastern deity from an ancient painting.
- How am I supposed to understand this?
At that moment, cries and sobs came from the corridor. A woman burst into the room.
- Doctor!! Doctor, something terrible has happened!!!
- What else???
- Look! Can something be done?? I think… he…
The blonde, leaning against the wall, sank to her knees and burst into tears.
The doctor turned around and practically ran out of the room into the corridor. There, he was already waiting for them and led them to another room, where an unmoving body lay on the bed.
One look at the lying person was enough for the doctor (and not only him) to understand that he was facing a dead man.
Several people looked at the doctor questioningly. He smoothed his hair, not knowing what to say. Turning his gaze to the bedside table, he saw an unopened bottle of pills.
- I told you… I told you that you need to take your medicine at night…
He sighed. Under the bottle lay another envelope, which he reluctantly, but without hesitation, took in his hands and took out the contents.
On the paper, in the same font, was printed:
The snow will melt,
And I will appear again
Before everyone's eyes.
Overcoming the urge to crumple the paper, the doctor said quietly:
- If anyone has any ideas about how to understand this, I want to know. I'll call security now to take the body away. I'll ask everyone to leave the room - it's not good for your health.
The doctor left. An elderly man watched him thoughtfully, and then turned his gaze to the floor and saw a small card. Bending down, he picked it up - it was a card the size of a business card, but nothing was printed on it. On one side, an electronic address was scribbled in pen - [email protected] - and the words "sharp face" were added.
He wanted to call out to the doctor to return the lost item, but he had already disappeared from sight.
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Today, the mood among those gathered in the hall was far from as cheerful as yesterday. Everyone was gloomy; the clinic no longer seemed like that paradise, free from nightmares, that they had so longed for.
A fair-haired girl, sitting on a chair with her feet up, was crying into the telephone receiver - "Mom, I dreamed again that you died… Mommy, do something! Take care of yourself, be careful! Please! I'm scared…". An older woman, with an uncharacteristically pale face, turned to those sitting next to her, quietly telling them - "You won't believe it… I woke up tonight because I couldn't sleep… I decided to walk down the hallway. I saw someone and, not recognizing them, asked, 'who are you?' And he… she… turned around and said, 'I am death.' God, I almost died of fright right there. My heart is still beating like crazy. I still don't know who it was."
A thoughtful man was twirling the card he had found in his hands and showing it to the young man sitting next to him. They were talking quietly - they were obviously discussing the events of the night. They were also talking about the card, apparently.
The day promised to be uneasy.
No longer needed:
21.
Kvazikvark
(HMKids. "Silent Scream"). - did not wake up on the first night.
6.
NoName
(M. Shcherbakov. "Dictation"). - died on the first night.
(c)perto