XII - The end.

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When I woke up, most of the children were dead. My hands were covered in blood and the few of them that were left were transformed into werewolves. My stomach was as big as if I was pregnant. One of the victims was still alive even though she was completely wounded. She told me in her last breath "You are one of them". The horror was complete when suddenly I felt a kick under my skin. It seemed like Patrick had left me a gift before leaving.

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