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Desperate for a breather, marcus ran, he ran and ran and ran, he couldnt stop, no matter what, it was begind him, it was gaining on him. Tears drenched his face as he thinks about his friend. They got picked off, just like any that entered house number 13 friday road. He stopped. He screamed in terror as the bloody teeth went through his belly, drilling through his intestines, a blood like waterfall spilled out his belly, followed by whats left of whats inside him, he smiled.

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