Warning!
If you don't like death you can skip this chapter. It has no significant meaning to the actual plot of the story.
Anthony's PoV
Broan and I were riding in the car when suddenly he slammed on the brakes. I hit my head on the window and screamed, "What the hell dude!"
He seemed surprised by my sudden outburst, "Baby turtles, you know I couldn't hurt a flea."
He said. "Yeah, that's why you have so many."
He seemed hurt by the way I made that sentence sound, "Well you do!"
You just stared like I was insane. Then his eyes widened and he looked out the window right behind my head, "Turn around slowly, please."
He whimpered the last word. As I turned around I was faced with the worst sight I have ever been faced with.
Turns out we had been driving past a graveyard. But the problem is, there were no graves. The bodies were all over the place. Some in piles others just being pulled out of crates that I assumed they were in to begin with.
We were both horrified by what we saw after that. Mounds and mounds of bodies being tossed into an incinerator and they did not collecting the ashes. I looked closer and saw they were wearing orange jumpsuits. Prisoners.
What a horrible way to die. Imagine, prison, being alone, fights, showers with other people, and worst of all, small portioned meals most of which are taken by the gangs.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
