Wolves
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"Run run run! Get out of there!" We're ducking and dodging obstacles. I'm shooting my gun at my opponents. "Ya. I got one! Ha!" "Ya ya you can brag later. Dude common, hurry up we gotta get out of here!" "Coming!" The three of us start running shooting are guns.
This is the apocalypse. Not with zombies or disease. See someone, we think the government, accidentally spilled radioactive stuff far away from human life. But wolves started dying off then they stopped dying and started getting bigger. Bigger animals started getting eaten by the giant wolves and now the wolves are hunting people. People call the wolves radioactive monsters but people who no us say we're the monsters and the wolves should be afraid of us. So are gang name is the wolves.
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