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Crawling of the Damned

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Four teenagers get trapped inside a strange town. No way out. No outside contact. No help whatsoever. Now all they've got to help them get by are their wits and sarcasm.

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I drop my bag and jog to the nearest man walking, " Hey! Hey, excuse me, sir, do you know where the nearest motel or exit is?

He's just- I blink. He's just staring at me. What in the-

I clear my throat and ask again.

"What do you mean? How would you leave?" He responds.

What. The. Fuck?

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Trigger Warnings:

There are themes of Murder, Suicide, Abuse, Transphobia.All Rights Reserved

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