My arm is better.
Much better.
It looks.. perfect.
In everyway.
The perfect tool for killing.
Murder. My claws will chop,
and slash.
Prey.
Find.
Eat.
Sleeeep.
Make
them puuurfect
too.
*It essentially becomes gibberish and scratches, with lots of paw marks*
YOU ARE READING
The Survivor's Handbook
General FictionWhen a lone survivor is left in a city of untold horrors, they must fend with their own sanity and the creatures deep within to stay alive. Maybe a rescue team will come and save them? Only the creatures can tell. (This will contain mild amounts of...
