Prologue

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"Agh!" I yell as it clamps down on my arm. "Pass me the shiv Lucy!" I yell in agony as the beast digs deeper into my flesh, almost touching bone with its sharp, jagged teeth. Lucy, with what strength she has left, passes me the shiv. I catch the shiv with my free arm. I position the rusty old blade right over the creatures head. I shove as hard as I can into the creatures head. The blade goes right through the creatures head and comes out through its chin. It starts to slowly drop to the floor. It finally goes down and stops moving. I attempt to pull the shiv out from its head, but it breaks in the process. I then look at my mangled arm. It's bleeding rapidly. He must have busted an artery. I'm gonna die if I don't clean and patch it soon. I then realized something, I'm gonna die. All that'll be left is Lucy and Angel. The reapers will take them and...

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