Prologue

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I ran around the block my mouth went dry as I found the most terrifying sight my once friendly neighbor Mr. Waterloo was now chocking down pieces of his dead wife brain slobbing and groaning as he fished around in her head for some more brain chunks. Stepping backwards a stick snapped under the weight of my white and red Chucks meeting Mr.Waterloo eyes I knew what was next I shut my eyes as he lunged for me with feet unable to move from fear I just clenched my teeth and waited to be eatin but as wind blew pass my face I opened my eyes to find my body still in one piece and a wooden arrow going threw Mr Waterloo's head my neck whipped around to find a 6ft tall guy dressed in all camo holding a big wooden crossbow in his hands with a crooked grin pressed on his face.

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