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Always a way out
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Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2021
You weren't much of a horror frantic, let alone a survivalist...your life was good hell almost perfect! You had the job you wanted, a decent house, working your way up the work line, you were...happy. Until one night...you unfortunately decided to help a crying baby you heard coming from deep within a dark and creepy fog....you would come to regret that decision the rest of your days...but you weren't going to die here! You still had a life! Your family! You had SOMETHING to back to! You didn't feel fear or hope...you felt rage...you weren't gonna die is some godforsaken dimension...not if you had any say In it. After all...not matter how secure or tough and area seems...there's always a way out.
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