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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Aug 19 (6) 100WC #Mitchell

Wasteland 

They hurtled towards them like a bullet train, I almost felt bad for them as they torn to shreds by, whatever monsters had been pursuing me, but now they were chowing down on the mercenaries . As more of their friends found me, I heard them before I saw them they weren't chowing down in the other room they were chowing down on the dudes. blood was flying like an abstract drawing.
They ran as I bolted for the exit their jaws covered in blood their raspy voices chatting an ancient hymn I flopped and couldn't move i was a goner 

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