Keep Running You're Never Safe
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There was faint screaming and his ears we're ringing he found himself in the lab once again the place that terrorized him when he was only two. He remembered the place so vividly he heard muffled voices in the other room and then footsteps that came closer and closer. He got up and tried to run but he was chained down he then remembered this must be a dream it was the day the lab was getting ready to train him. He then heard gunshots but then he woke up it was a nightmare the same one he got every month that day he witnessed the death of his best friend.
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