Survival

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Once I had gotten far off into the wilderness I found a tattered old cottage in which spiders and other creepy creatures were living in but even with this kind of poor condition I decided to settle down my things and live there. However as I put down my sack I heard a cry for help, I knew I should have hidden but my instincts simply took me else where, where you may be asking? Well of course to save the innocent person in dire need of help. However soon I would realize the cry for help was actually a cry for blood.

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