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Chapter 7 by ZZss22 ZZss22

Where will Alex hide?

The toilet seems like a safe option.

Alex ran in panic away from his gradually changing girlfriend. He hesitated, wondering where he should run, and then it dawned on him that the only place where he would most likely be safe was the toilet. He ran to the toilet, and when he got there, he locked the door.

He found himself inside a room that was dark inside, because there weren’t even windows. He seemed to go blind, but it was better than the pink light coming from the sky.

"Crap!" - Alex thought, - "The switch is outside!"

Alex hadn't thought about it, but he wouldn't dare go outside, it wasn't safe there. He didn't know what was going on, but who knows? He saw the reporter, she changed, his girlfriend too. He began to think about many of his other acquaintances, friends and family, and how they could be transformed. He never thought the world would end so absurdly because of the damn sexual objectification of women.

Alex took his phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight so that it wasn’t too dark and to look around in case there was something useful here. He went to the mirror, which was also the door to the medicine cabinet. He opened it as quietly as he could so that his friend wouldn't find him. He saw absolutely nothing special: bandages, sleep pills, and little things.

“Well, yes, what else did I want to see there...” - He slammed the door and went into the shower stall, which he closed from the inside.

Alex sat down on the floor and put the phone with a flashlight on top, he began to think, looking at the illuminated ceiling, - “Most likely, now all women are changing just like Ophelia, as I noticed, this does not happen immediately, but after some time. Here for sure the pink sky is involved, but how?” -Alex rubbed his chin, “Okay, women change, but is anything else changing? Yes, it is changing, the channel changed its name... What about men? Are they changing?” - Alex felt a strange feeling on his fingertips, as if he had grown a little stubble, although he usually doesn’t grow anything on his face, - “What the?” - he said it out loud, which was his mistake. He heard someone approach the door of the toilet and stop there.

It was predictable

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