The Mutation
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Last published Sat, May 16, 2026
Amari Mavis was in the military for 6 years, she suffered from PTSD and has distanced herself from society. She now currently resides in a nice secluded cabin away from the city.
She started therapy a couple months after she arrived home and has continued to do so for the past two, almost three, years. Her therapist gave some suggestions to help her heal which is how she met her reliable canine companions: Flake, Bane, and Pepper.
Other than her three beautiful dogs, Amari has only ever spoken to two other people; Sherry Curt and Frankie Carmen. They were her fellow comrades from the military, bonding over the experiences that come from serving your country.
One day she wakes up like every other morning...or so she thought. She wasn't expecting the world to end, but it wasn't like she was unprepared.
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