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r/shortscarystories 1 day ago deathherself3 Warming Up Drip, drip, drip. The ice was melting. My prison was thawing. Soon, I would be free. How had the world changed, I wondered. Would it be easy to find food, to find warmth, to find shelter? Would I be stranded here on the ice or in the water? Drip, drip, drip. I had been frozen for so long. So very long. My siblings beside me yearned for freedom just as I did. When the ice gave way we would burst forth and see what the world offered us. I hoped it was thriving out there. Drip, drip, drip. We needed it to be thriving. Whatever was out there wasn't ready for us, I was sure. Our hosts, whatever form they took, were unsuspecting. We could, and have, survived for hundreds of thousands of years in this cold, unforgiving desert. The permafrost we have been hibernating in is giving way to the warming earth below. It was almost time to leave, to spread, to infect. Drip, drip, drip.

ღ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱, 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰. ℌ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔐𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢’𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔒𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫’𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤.