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Experiment

Ello! How's everyone day so far?
Alright so, in this story George is a wolf test experiment. Zombie Apocalypse type world AU.
(The picture above is George's design for the story. I found the base on pinterest so I just simply colored and modified it! [The design is my orginal one, I just colored a sketch.])

I was originally making this a story but, after I wrote 1 and a half chapters I lost motivation. I didn't have a plan so I kind of just stopped writing it.

I thought I should still share what I wrote though! And, if anybody likes it, maybe I'll continue it. Don't count on it though. Extremely sorry for the long
A/N! .Enjoy!

TW/CW- Minor Blood, Injury/Cut

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Chapter 1

~He charged through the forest, panting as sweat rippled down his face. A tree was infront of his path so he skidded around it to avoid crashing. His head turned around slightly to see if they were following him. Heterochromia eyes darted around, catching no glimpse of movement. Well, nothing chasing him per say, the scenery rushed past his vision as he continued to run. All of a sudden he bumped into something and flipped over it. Something made a crack sound as he tumbled down the side of the mountain. He couldn't roll forever, and that was true as his body twisted when he finally stopped spinning.

Legs were cramped in a weird position underneath him as he brought them out from under him. He looked up at where he fell from and saw a broken tree, it was half cracked from the stump but still attached so it wasn't fully on the ground. Air came from his mouth in the chilly air as he huffed and suddenly his leg started to sting.

He glanced down and saw blood. His pant legged ripped showing most of his leg. Debris sticked onto his leg from the blood as he cringed. Well great. Couldn't be better timing. Good going George. He scoffed and tried to stand up. As he did so, his ankle started to burn and he collapsed back down.

His ear twitched as he heard something from farther up the hill. Crap. He thought as he struggled to stand up again. A hand reached out for anything to grip onto and with his luck, he grabbed onto a pine needle branch from a nearby tree. He yelped as he ripped his hand away from the tree. He instead reached toward his left and rested his hand on a maple tree. He inched closer to it and leaned on it. He was exhausted but, had to keep going.

His ears pivoted as he listened around him, silently begging they wouldn't find him. He used the tree as support as he slowly pushed himself up. Keeping one hand on the tree as he tried using his ankle, lightly pressing it on the ground. His whole leg started to sting so he lifted his leg back up. Thoughts reminded him of his cut on his leg, momentarily forgetting it as he was concerned with his ankle.

Glancing down, he saw blood dripping down his leg where his pants were ripped. Deciding he can't use that leg unless making it worse, he balanced on one foot. Keeping his hurt leg up and bent off the ground. He grumbled and pushed himself off of the tree, deciding he needed to get moving and not get caught.

He staggered a tad, almost falling over, but he caught himself. Starting to slowly limp away, keeping his ears working to listen if they were close. He carefully tried to not make any noise to give away his location. They couldn't see him, but were definitely near him.