Deadland
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Last published Sat, Nov 21, 2015
Tortured and experimented on for god knows how long with no sunlight, food or water, only darkness and agony. They are released from the pits of they're own hell and most have lost they're sanity, running rouge and killing and eating anyone in site. Now years have past and they find each other, at the beginning, thinking they were the only ones who were what they are. They team up and set out to find and kill the man who did this to them, but will they be able to once they find out the hidden memories and secrets deep in their minds?
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