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Verity waved off the tow truck drivers as she watched the scene in front of her unfold. She prided herself on being able to see things for what they were even when others tried so desperately to hide the truth and this was no different. Police and ambulance, reporters, the whole shabang. This was something bad. Based on what she noticed, people were dead and being brought into the ambulances.

Her eyes gazed over one of the bodies as it was being put in the ambulance. Just as the paramedic was closing the door, the body moved inside. Verity did a double-take. Surely the body was...dead. Wasn't it?

She saw the camera operator filming and, just like her, looked confused. Verity stepped outside of her building and made her way over to the camera operator to see if she could catch a glimpse of his film. She had to be wrong.