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          "Fuck, OK screw my weapons for now I gotta' focus on escape. Lets see... ", as he said that he began to walk around the house, noticing nothing but the remains of his friends, their bodies unrecognizable to the average eye. Then he realized something, today was the first day he had been alone in many years. Seven to be exact, he always had a partner. Someone to rely on, but now he had only pure instinct and his sense of general survival techniques.

            For a split second the room felt dark, cold empty. Only whispers and screams were emanating from shadows and walls. Then the world became bright again and he saw, his friends playing a nice game of poker while children played at their feet. He even saw his old uniform from ... 2 years ago. The room went dark again, this time only sobbing could be heard and a faint sound of ... tearing.  When day light was seen again he saw his friends panicking to get their weapons, while the children ran to their hiding spots.

            The room went dark one last time, and Drakopus couldn't have been prepared for what he saw next. He did here gunfire, but it was futile. The creations had already breached the first floor, and after that they just took floor after floor. They would just tear his friends to shreds, leaving nothing but the Armour they were wearing and the weapon they carried. Drakopus looked through a window nearby and saw only death and destruction. The room went back to the way it was, and he heard ... crying?

             He became very uncomfortable, he understood that finding survivors would be rare, and lucky, but it made no sense. How could there be survivors, their were nearly 50 of those creatures, which is enough to kill a whole civilization of almost anything. So instead of rushing towards the sound, he instead edged towards with extreme care. Drakopus eventually made it to a little door, that he couldn't fit in. The place had been deteriorated though, so he thought that he could just break the wall  down instead. A couple minutes later the wall was gone but so was a lot of his energy it took 7 strong kicks to make the wall crumble, but what he found inside made it worth it, but also confused him.   

             "How? W... wha.. Just how!?."

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Sorry for the wait( if you even cared), schools a bitch. But this sites not about excuses, instead of two a week, ill try putting out a chapter on every weekend. You know I've always wanted to leave peoples with cliffhangers so that's why i left this chapter off a little earlier than i promised.

Well, all these notes are finished, so now I can finally wish you happy weekend and happy Thanksgiving/ late Thanksgiving.




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