Escape of the broken humans
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We just went out for a trip to go see the movies but we had to stop at Walmart, but little did I know that our lives would change bc of a shootout at Walmart with my friend Lilly, we did not know that ppl would be shocked when they found out two teens could kill 7 shooters....but why would we get in trouble? We went to a boot camp, and we decided it was stupid to go, we did kill ppl yes but they where bad ppl that where gonna kill good ppl....and we had no choice in that matter, so we jump onto a cargo hold that they used to deliver things out of the boot camp, but little did we know what was inside the cages in the cargo hold ....and where it actually led to....
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