It's been a month since I decided to stop my entries.
I made it to the border. I rolled under a truck and held on tight for the fifteen-minute inspection before the truck can pass on through. Now I'm at a gas station a few blocks from the border. I'm about to sneak out from under the truck as quickly as possible, and run for it.
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Psychos
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA white facility in which all of the walls, plates, and even food are white. Until they're not- when you get a black tray, that means you'll be in the next arena match. The story follows a crazed girl hoping to escape the prison. You're bound to be...
