Unknown Territory
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We've all heard of lab experiments going horribly wrong, but what were to happen if those experiments were people we knew?
Blood thirsty.
Razor sharp teeth.
Lust for flesh.
and only few survivors.
Will they make it out of this hell hole, their friends cured?
Or will they meet their fate to the very people they once knew and loved...
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