It was an ordinary Tuesday, I was walking down the street as the lively city buzzed with action. Approaching the corner of 5th Street, I waited at the intersection for the light to switch. While waiting a gust of wind violently blew through the street, blowing debris along the sidewalk. It was then a paper smacked into my face, almost instantaneously the wind ceased as the parchment struck me. Removing what was obstructing my view, I noticed it was an envelope that had my name written on the front. Curiousity getting the better of me, I opened the envelope uncovering folded up pages containing writing. Writing that eerily resembled my own, from the mannerisms of speech to the strokes used for each letter, I could tell it was me who wrote this. “But how?!” I thought as I read through the letter sent to me from myself. While reading I learned that there was something coming after me, rather us, hopping dimesions to find me in each one. The letter continued to explain that if I happened to be next there were a few things I should do. Giving me deliberate instructions for preparation and for the event of inevitable conflict, this letter was guide for survival. I learned that the first 97 versions of me were all slain by this beast. This letter was a collection of their experiences and was a cumulative effort to try and help the versions of me who would have to fight. Taking a moment to mentally digest the contents of the letter I could not help but laugh. Disregarding the letter as some prank, I crumpled up the letter and placed it in my jacket pocket to dispose of at a later date. Looking around I realized that I was not in the same place I was when first opening the envelope, I was in an industrial zone on the other side of the city. The buzz of the urban life was distant as I stood in the middle of an abandoned steel mill. Walking around the compound I looked around for an exit, hoping to find a road to get my bearings. Every few steps I would check my phone to see when I had signal. Rattles against metal echoed through the complex causing me to feel uneasy. I began to walk quicker, searching frantically for an exit. As I peered around the corner, I could see the exit under a mile away in front of me. Pulling back around the corner I looked around making sure it was safe. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, I decided to make a run for it. Picking myself up from the ground, I took a deep breath mustering up the strength to begin bolting towards the exit. With each step my feet slammed into the ground as deep breaths would escape my lungs while I ran. I could feel my chest tighten as I grew short of breath. I began running with desperation as the thuds returned, louder than earlier. I could feel the presence of what was causing the noise closing in on my position. “It is right behind me!” I screamed in my brain as I ran to the exit, hearing the loud thuds of something trailing right behind me. Only a couple of steps towards freedom, my body was on the verge of breaking down. My stamina was almost depleted, but I kept running, praising I would make it out alive. Within arms reach of the gate I could a feel a flesh tearing slash to my back. Collapsing slowly to my knees I braced myself against the exit door, my hands gripping the bars as I yelled in pain. Turning my head slightly to look at the beast I flinched as it’s claws were inches away from my face. It was at this time everything paused in place frozen in time. Opening my eyes slowly, I see the claws covering my face a hair’s length away. Catching my breath I noticed my pocket begin to glow. Pulling out the contents of my pocket I see the crumpled up papers pulsating with a bright light. The light ceased as I began to uncrumple the papers, beginning to read I chuckled making it only half way down the front page, realizing I should have listened to the warning. Spitting out blood I took a deep breath while searching my pockets for a pen, finding one I began to write my own note in the letter. “LISTEN TO THIS WARNING” I wrote plain and big for whoever might read this letter next. Folding the pages and placing them back into the envelope, I leaned back against the door and began to close it. As I folded the top flap over closing the envelope, the parchment illuminated once more and vanished into air. A tear rolled down my face as I began to close my eyes slowly, as my eyelids clenched together, I felt nothing but the feeling of air gushing past my face. Numb to the pain my soul slipped away to the light as the monster tore apart my flesh. My mangled body laid twitching on the floor while blood gushed out onto the gravel. The creature let out a menacing snarl before jumping into the rift, moving on to the next version of me.