Roadkill
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Last published Mon, Mar 9, 2020
Roadkill is a story in a post apocalyptic world where humans have to survive on their own. there are no zombies, but creatures that are extremely hostile. a group of 7 kids have to learn to survive under the new circumstances of the new world where they have to live on constant fear of their lives.
the story involves some of TrevorHenderson's creatures such as the Sirenhead and Cartoon Cat as some of the various creatures i shall be using (i do not own these creatures, they belong to the respective owner). if you would like to submit your own creepypasta, dm me.
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