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They were all dead long before they stopped breathing, long before they were burried.
sal was dead long before the game began, he was dead before he realised his mother was gone. he died when he picked that pink prostetic-hoping his mother would recognize him.
travis died the moment he started breathing, he died the moment his mother fell pregnant with him, he died in that house and he never knew what it was like to live.
larry died when his father left, he died when he met sal and he died again in that treehouse.
sals father died well before his son stabbed him and todd died years before the cult took hold of him.
the ghosts were dead and so was the building.
all of them died. even the ones semingly still breathing are nothing but walking rotting corpses.
the prophecy is dead and the prophesy is alive, that bullet fires in an everlasting loop and the gun reloads itself.
the prophesy is self fulfilling and sal fisher was never alive.