Conspiracy Theories

You walk out into the corridor. From nowhere, two men in urban camouflage fatigues appear and flank you. Although being noticeably taller than both of them, you glance nervously at their trim musculature and the deadly-looking automatic shotguns cradled in their arms.

Presently, you arrive at a large metal door. There are words scrawled across the olive-drab surface in red stenciled letters. You try to read them, but you cannot. They are obviously in some sort of language other than English.

The doors open. You catch your breath.

Written by Red

You see lizards everywhere

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