Guerras apocalípticas

Guerras apocalípticas

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Todo empezó con un destello en el cielo, una impresionante luz calló como rayo haciendo un fuerte estruendo en el suelo unos por el simple deseo de la curiosidad humana se acercaron a ver que era esa luz, unos grabaron, otros tomaron fotos pero todos corrieron o al menos lo intentaron huir de aquel lugar de esa escena donde un monstruo sin alma saciaba sus más bajos instintos su hambre de carne humana, ese lugar donde ocurrieron sucesos de proporciones terroríficas, este lugar era el centro de ciudad "Esperanza"
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