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... out of her neck stuck a syringe. I put my foot in a hole in the wall and reached up, grabbing the syringe carefully with my free hand. On the syringe there was a label that read;  ' Prelong Death' Now I understood, somebody had concocted a medicine that would keep them alive, making their death slow and painful. So they experienced every pain.I dropped the needle and kept on walking. I met alot ...