Stepping Into The Zombie War- On Hold
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I have to get out of here, wait where am I.... I feel the little hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up I know that I'm being watched , cameras or a two way mirror I slowly open my eyes I'm in a rusty basement which is really interesting maybe they found out who I really am... I'm not giving up without a fight then I notice that I'm strapped to a table damn hunters...maybe they're recruiting me?, I see a door near me start to open and a few people walk in ... Wait let me rewind and start from the beginning.
My name is Scarlet Dawn I am an Anima agent I've been with them for as long as I can remember I come from a long line of agents there and I've got a new mission. To eliminate Cole Holland and his group of friends or anyone associated with them while taking Alice Bell ( or Ali as she prefers) to Anima for testing but, first I have to get into their group and earn they're trust and finish this mission or all this is for nothing....
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