Arch, Emmer, and Chandler stopped by the church. The place that Arch had last seen Ellie.
"I don't see any trails." Chandler said.
"Wait, look!" Emmer said. He pointed to something wet and slick that was drooling on the pavement.
Arch went up to examine it.
"It's slime."
"And it follows up down the road."
"This slime trail could possibly lead to Ellie,"
"Naw Sherlock." Emmer said.
"Well let's go then. Ellie could possibly be held captive. Or worse, dead."
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Mutant
Science FictionWhat happens when everyone you knew that was eighteen years or older just...dies? And it's with no warning, No remorse, No escape, Just a disease.
