Provisional Crate

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The group all woke up in the morning, with the rise of the sun, realizing that everything that occurred yesterday had been the reality. The dolls that had come attacking them, the many people dying, the dome-covered world, and lastly, the disgusting hunger they felt after everything was done.

"We are about to run out of water," another man spoke. He threw an empty bottle to the ground. "What are we gonna do as this keeps up?" Waking up in the morning, their throats were especially parched, thus their reserves practically reduced to nothing as they woke up. For a few seconds, they even felt thankful for the defectors, as there were fewer mouths to feed, but that thought was quickly shaken away.