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Post by Robert on Apr 24, 2010 22:00:21 GMT -5
Pocketing the golden decoy-necklace, Robert followed his comrade with a smirk that easily expressed that he had no problem with a target being ‘too easy’. The damn guy was more scared than the little five-year-old! Damn, it was a wonder the guy was still in one piece.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), Miss Smoker didn’t intend to leave him that way for long. She hopped down, let the guy attempt to shoot her (‘attempt’ being the key word), then promptly trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Then, being the kind leader that she was, she offered to share.
The teen smirked, cracking his knuckles while taking care not to poke himself with his own claws. The look on his face clearly expressed his thoughts: ‘My pleasure.’ All-too-excited to redeem himself after his last failure, Robert leapt forward gracefully, pinned his victim to the ground, and clawed the poor guy like only a Hunter could. The sadistic infected grinned, reveling in the warm blood and high-pitched screams. No matter how many infected he tore up, they didn’t quite have the same feeling as the live ones.
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Luke Shiloh
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Post by Luke Shiloh on Apr 25, 2010 11:36:28 GMT -5
(*sprints to catch up*)
It took a few minutes before Shiloh could bring himself to do anything. In startled silence, he watched the going ons with the same distance as he would a movie. Sure, he felt bad for the girl...but he didn't know her. That's how he'd remained sane- he didn't think of each individual zombie as he blew them away, didn't consider that they had once had a family, a life.
That didn't mean he'd forgotten he was one of the lucky ones.
"Don't just stand there!" Shiloh's eyes flickered to where the teenage boy sat, hunched by the seizing girl. Tears were streaming down the kid's face, and there was a desperation in his eyes. “Comfort Dahlia and explain what’s going on!”
The southerner set his jaw, biting back the urge to retaliate. He caught the glance of the little girl- Dahlia- and felt a faint stab of pity. Not exactly the comforting type, however, he was still searching for words when the infected girl sat up.
She was still dripping blood; a flow stemmed from her mouth and glazed her teeth, which had taken a sharp edge. Her grey eyes were rimmed with a crimson hue, and her skin had become deathly pale. Taking a faint step back, Shiloh cautiously kept his pistol trained on the girl's midsection, low enough to not be too obvious.
The young woman wiped her mouth on her arm, freezing at the sight of her own skin. "Holy shit," she whispered; Shiloh took another step back, "I-I can smell your blood..."
It was at that moment that Shiloh made an executive decision. Slipping the handcuffs from his jeans pocket, he strode forward, forcefully seized the girl's wrist, and wrenched her to her feet. In one swift movement he had both hands behind her back and locked; with his pistol in one hand and her arm in the other, the southerner drew back against the door of his former prison.
His olive eyes were hard. "Let's talk, shall we?" he said coldly and, without waiting for an answer, steered the girl into the room behind him. Here, at least, with the door bolted, the only surprise point would be from the single vent over their head. Righting an overturned chair in the corner, he pushed the girl into it and focused on the boy, who he remembered was still armed.
"Get in here an' shut that door," he ordered.
"Now," he said after a pause, "I ain't no zombie expert, but I sure as hell know Lara Croft here ain't going to last much longer. Since I'm assumin' the hospital's been overrun since I was out, I don't really have a choice but to stay with you guys until we can get out." His eyes were boring into the kid's; he knew the decision would ultimately come down to him.
"So I see two options here, boss- either we put the lassie out of her misery now, or, we keep the handcuffs on," here he flicked a glance at the girl in question, "and we do our best to protect both her ass and ours 'til we can get out of here or until she goes psycho. S'your call, but I ain't lettin' her run free to jump me when I least 'spect it. There's a reason I'm still alive."
(he's such a jerk, sorry Rae XD)
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Post by Rozen "Odie" Harlow on Apr 25, 2010 13:14:31 GMT -5
Click, click, click. That was the only sound that was audible in the little stair way haven. Odie paused to look up and see how much was actually left for her to run up. Quite a few flights, actually. She took in a deep breath and continued up the steps. There was no time to rest now.
As she continued her way up, she began to hear noises. Strange noises, very strange noises. Then she saw it; quite a few infected just standing there. She stopped, not afraid, but to think of what she should do. As she thought, one noticed her and began to run for her. All she had time for was mindlessly attack back. She simply closed her eyes and swung away. Minutes passed and when she opened her eyes, the stairs were even redder. She blinked once and then continued without any more stops. She needed to get to the top, and fast.
Her heart was beating like a hammer by time she got to the door. She could hear noises coming from the other side. She was actually afraid to open the door. What if she walked into something completely out of her grasp? What if something was waiting for her out there? What if someone needed her help though? She worried way too much. Odie took in a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
As she opened the door, the awful, putrid smell hit her nose. She almost lost her balance as she walked further into the room. “What an awful smell.” She whispered to herself but then her attention was drawn to the bodies and a few people doing stuff. There was a girl on the ground and a boy helping her. A man and a little girl and another woman. As she stood there, she took note of the man dragging the hurt girl away into another room. She watched silently, hoping no one would notice her presence.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 25, 2010 18:50:45 GMT -5
"Holy shit,"
She was alright? The child's heart lept a bit when she spoke, no longer sounding in pain. She sounded frightened, but at least she was okay, right?
"I-I can smell your blood..."
That took Dahlia a little bit longer to process, but not that long. The blood-red eyes, the claws, the pale skin....
She was one of those, what had they called them, Hunters? Truth be told, she would have called "Jumpers" or "Dog-Men", or even just "Scary", but she guessed "Hunter" worked well. It'd probably make more sense when she got older.
Now, ordinarily, Dahlia would have been terrified. The other sick people weren't nearly as frightening as them. And yet, she was only mildly uneasy.
Maybe for the same reason she wasn't afraid of Uncle Norman. It was still Rae to her, not a monster.
However, the man had other thoughts. He handcuffed her and brought her into the room they had just left, asking (More like ordering) everyone else to come in as well. He then started directing questions at Luigi, about what they would do to Rae. She gasped when he actually suggesting shooting her! But she was clearly not trying to hurt them! Rae would never do that! Okay, maybe Luigi, which Dahlia wouldn't like either, but still!
However, she noticed something else. There was a girl, maybe Luigi's age, standing at the end of the hallway, watching them.
But she was also all alone. If her mommy came after her......
Deciding to take the initiative, the nine-year old ran down the hallway to the new girl, stopping right in front of her.
"Come on! It's not safe to be alone! She's gonna get you if you stay out here! Come on!"
She didn't want to be away from everyone else for long, so she ran back to everyone else, looking over her shouldera few times to see if she was coming along.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 26, 2010 17:59:21 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but to crack a smile. Staring at the red ring around Rae’s gray eyes, Luigi never knew she could look so much like his twin brother. Before he could comment on her smelling blood, the new guy suddenly seized her and handcuffed her hands behind her back. The man then proceeded to drag Rae towards the room he had come out of. Fury raced through Luigi as he leaped to his feet.
“Who died and made you the leader?” he snapped. “What right do you have to bark orders at us like that? Let Rae go right now you asshole before there’s a reason a bullet is going to go through your head!”
Zoey came up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She glared at the man with a piercing gaze. “What Luigi says is right, you can’t come popping up from nowhere and think we’ll follow your demands. Now I would appreciate it if you’d let Miss Rae go before I make you.”
Luigi snorted scornfully when Dahlia warned them about her smoker-mother getting them if they lingered too long in the hallway. He glared at the little girl. “You’re bitch of a mother messes with us one more time, you can enjoy the show of me killing her.” he growled.
As he was about to storm into room and threaten the guy one more time, something suddenly caught his eye. Turning around, Luigi spotted a black-haired girl standing a few ways off. His head tipped to the side before he began sprinting over with Zoey watching after him.
“Hi there new survivor!” exclaimed the teen as he skidded to a halt in front of her and smiled a brilliant smile with his blue eyes shining magnificently. “I’m Luigi or Weegee if ya want.”
He then proceeded to study the girl. She looked about the same age as him with bluish-grayish eyes and milky pale skin. The brown-haired survivor realized that she was really pretty and had to turn his head away as a light blush painted his cheeks. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously.
“I don’t bite, honest.”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 26, 2010 20:05:23 GMT -5
"Hey!" Rae cried as the stranger thrust her into a chair, hands cuffed behind her back. She looked up at him with livid eyes.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, buster?!" she snarled. "You have some major balls doing that! You would dead right now if I had lost my mind! You have some fucking nerve-" She paused.
Blood. She could smell their blood right through their flesh. It had a unique scent, sweet in a way. And it smelled so delicious...
No! Rae snapped her head down, eyes shut. Stop it! Don't lose it!
The yelling and arguing wasn't helping with her frustration either. Plus, it was much louder now with her new sensitive hearing. It caused her head to throb...
"Everybody shut the fuck up!" Rae shouted.
Silence.
"Now," she growled. "Mr. What's-Your-Face, I don't give two shits who you think you are, but nobody screws with me like that! Don't come thinking you can do whatever the fuck you please, cause I ain't taking your shit!"
"Luigi," she turned to the teenage boy. "You're lucky I don't tear you apart for talking to Dahlia like that! Are you trying to see how far you can push me before I totally lose it? For your sake and what's left of my sanity, watch what you fucking say!"
Taking a deep breath, Rae forced herself to calm.
"People, try not to piss me off. Better yet, don't piss me off, cause you might trigger the monster inside me. I don't wanna kill any of you, so watch yourself. Fuck face over here," she nodded to the man. "Has already ticked me off enough. And Luigi, you're damn near crossing the line mouthing off to Dahlia like that. So everybody just shut the fuck up."
Noticing the new girl, Rae nodded to her. "Hey, what's up?"
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Luke Shiloh
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Post by Luke Shiloh on Apr 26, 2010 20:38:26 GMT -5
Despite knowing the storm was coming, Shiloh's temper flared at the barrage of verbal attacks. His head was still pounding sorely from the drugs, adding a spark to a habitually short fuse.
"Look," he spat from between clenched teeth, "I'm taking the reins on this problem because I, unlike you, am not emotionally involved." His retaliation was directed at the boy. "I don't expect you to like it, kid, but I'm the one seeing things sensibly- be happy I gave you a choice."
He then swiveled his attention to the source of the problem. "As for you, you're going to have to learn to give two shits, for as far as a I can tell, you're the one in the handcuffs, and I'm the one with the gun."
"Let's think about this for a minute, shall we? Let's say we do let Buffy here go- what happens when she can't resist this "monster" anymore? She already ain't thinkin' right!" He gestured at Dahlia. "Think of the kid, if nothing else."
The second girl was speaking, now; her tone was calmer, but there was a cold finality in her eyes. Shiloh glared back. "Lookie here- any of you so much as point a gun at me, she won't need your helpin'. Best we can do for her now is get her out of here before she loses it and makes a meal out of one of you guys."
Abruptly, the mood changed. The little redhead suddenly sprinted from the room, and the rest of the group swiveled to see toward what she was aiming. The kid- Luigi, apparently- despite shouting himself purple, energetically introduced himself to an ebony-haired girl in the hall, and even the infected girl calmed enough to greet her as if she had entered on a civil conversation. Shiloh only blinked, bemused by the violent mood change.
He shook his head, gesturing toward her with a frustrated flick of his pistol. "An' you are?"
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Post by Rozen "Odie" Harlow on Apr 26, 2010 23:19:40 GMT -5
Odie watched all the commotion and decided that it was time to take her leave. As she began to head off, a little voice broke her thoughts.
"Come on! It's not safe to be alone! She's gonna get you if you stay out here! Come on!"
Odie turned around to face the little girl she had seen before. The one thought that filled her mind was I've been caught... and the next was Wait, who's going to get me? She stared at the little girl who then frantically ran off towards the others again. She stood there, completely lost for words when another had come to see her. The boy. He seemed to be about her age but he had brown hair and blue eyes. He smiled at her and it took her aback. How could anyone be smiling in a time like this? But nevertheless, he proceded to introduce himself.
“I’m Luigi or Weegee if ya want.”
She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to trust him, but she felt like she could. She smiled slightly to be polite and said quietly enough for his ears only
"Hello Luigi, I'm...Odie."
He then said something about not biting her and all she thought of was It's good that atleast something here didn't plan on biting me... And then she listened to what was happening elsewhere. People were yelling at each other about pissing one another off. It was mostly the girl in the handcuffs and the man who had placed her in them. And out of nowhere, the girl stopped yelling and said something to her. Odie, once again lost for words, simply waved to her in response. She didn't know if she should trust either of the two for they both seemed rather dangerous. She looked back to the boy at her side with questioning eyes as if saying You're apart of this? but then once again, she looked back to the room when someone asked who she was. It was the man she was very unsure of and she wasn't too thrilled on giving an answer back. Quietly, but audible enough for his distance, she replied
"I'm not sure if I want to give you that imformation Mister, I don't know if I can trust you with you handcuffing people and all. Not to mention the flailing a gun around at other humans."
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 27, 2010 16:40:48 GMT -5
Dahlia flinched when Rae began shouting at Luigi again, wishing to be left out of their arguing. The new guy also began shouting, and she was once again brought into it. Were they trying to make Luigi want to hate her? She liked the fact that she was being included, but she didn't want everyone's actions to be based on her.
Well, at least the new girl was nice enough. It was hard to catch, but it sounded like "Opie", or was it "Odie"? Odd girl's name, but who was she to judge?
Content that everyone was done shouting, she walked over to Rae and sat at her side, looking up at her, a mixture of worry, fear, and curiosity on her face.
"Rae? How're you feeling?"
She was honestly curious of what it was like to be... Well, her!
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 27, 2010 20:50:00 GMT -5
"Rae? How're you feeling?"
The brown haired teen looked over to see Dahlia standing beside her, eyes wide with many emotions. It was surprising she wasn't actually afraid.
Rae nodded slightly. "I'm fine, Dahlia."
Kill them.
She jolted. What had that...?
Kill them.
Shivering a bit, Rae shook her head. No. I won't.
Think of their blood. How delicious it must taste. So warm, delectable...
Shut up.
Just one slice to the neck is all it'll take...
No!
So mouth-watering...
NO!
Rae panted softly, sweat beading her brow. "Could somebody get these cuffs off me? I need some air..."
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 28, 2010 16:43:50 GMT -5
Shrugging off Rae’s and Shiloh’s words, Luigi instead focused his attention on Odie. He was glad to find another teenager the same age as him and especially glad that she wasn’t a bipolar bitch like a certain someone who wasn’t going to be mentioned. He lowered his voice so only she could hear.
“If you ignore the crazy guy, the bipolar hunter-bitch, and the nine-year-old, it’s a nice group.” Luigi gestured toward himself as well as Zoey. “Just stick by either Zoey or me if you don’t want to get bitched at.”
Forcing his gaze away from the pretty girl (His object of affection was still the former college student, but he would be lying to himself if he told himself Odie wasn’t attractive), Luigi turned to Rae and a deep frown made its way across his face. The teenage girl always seemed to have a way to take his cheerful attitude, stomp all over it, and top it off with spit.
“Now that I think about it, the guy with the dog’s name is right.” the teen murmured. “I’ve had first-hand knowledge with humanity-holding special infected and they have a hard time dealing with…urges if you want to call it that. Sorry Rae, but unless you can prove to us that you can deal with those urges I’m afraid I’ll let new guy over there keep you on those handcuffs.”
Seeing as Luigi would like her to back him up, Zoey reluctantly shook her head. “I’m afraid their right,” She smiled apologetically at Rae. “Don’t worry though; you’re a tough girl you can pull through. And as for you,” The college girl directed a glare at the man. “I’ve been through this zombie apocalypse longer than you so Luigi and I have more experience than you guys. If you so much as dare try to boss me or Luigi around, you’ll be sorry.”
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Post by Mother on Apr 28, 2010 17:45:47 GMT -5
The man couldn't have been more dead. His insides were torn open and his organs strewn about, blood pooling beneath him. A rather pleasing sight for an infected.
Tearing down the door, she strolled into the hallway, coughing slightly. Having calmed down quite a bit, she was able to think about how she would deal with the other humans. She could only faintly smell them, so they weren't an immediate concern. But she needed a plan. And truthfully, she had several.
However, something broke her out of her thoughts. A sort of hissing, like a cat.
Turning, she found a Witch hissing at her. She was slightly confused, she wasn't near her, and nothing had been done to disturb her.....
Motioning for the Hunter to stay to the side, she stared down the angry Witch.
What do you want?
The Witch sniffed the air a few times and pointed at Her, hissing and growling. Went on saying that the other Witch She had hung was her friend, or sister, or something like that. The anger was understandable, but She wasn't going to apologize or anything like that. The useless weeper was in the way, and so was this one. But since this one was at least a bit more competant, She would give her a chance to move herself.
Do not waste your time. I killed her, and I will kill you if you do not move. And it will be far, far more painful.
It would seem that Her warning fell on deaf ears. With a shreik, the Witch screamed for revenge and rushed towards her. Unflinching, She waited for the trash to get close enough.
In a flash, the Witch's feet were tied up and she tumbled to the floor, crying out as the other tounges wrapped around her and lifted her into the air.
Know this. You could have been useful. But you ignored my offer, and now you will serve my purposes regardless.
With that, She began crushing every bone in the Witch's body, save for the spine and neck. She wanted her alive for what came next.
My comrade, I need you to find and bring her some sharp objects. Anything bladed or jagged. After that....
She turned her head slightly, looking at her hooded companion.
The decoy locket you have, plant it where the girl will find it. Make it seem as if it was dropped by mistake. Hopefully she will pick it up, long enough that her scent will be left on it. And...
She paused to focus on breaking the Witch's arms, turning back once that was accomplished.
Once she realizes that it's not hers, she'll probably discard it, yes? And say you were to reclaim it and bring it to, say, one of our large bretheren with her scent...
She coughed several times before finishing,
It should make her it's number one target.
She thought for a moment, the Witch's whimpering the only noticable sound.
I suppose you could snatch away something from one of the other humans. A bit of clothing, their weapon, some of their blood on a bit of clothing. That is up to you.
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Luke Shiloh
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Post by Luke Shiloh on Apr 28, 2010 18:04:25 GMT -5
(He hasn't said his name yet XD)
Shiloh bristled at the brunette's assumption. "How the hell do you know?" he demanded. "I ain't never seen you before, but that don't mean I just didn't notice the damn apocalypse. Just for the reason that I'm alive means I been living through this hell just as long as you. As far as orders go, fine- but I was right in this case, now wasn't I?"
Taking the restrained girl's arm, Shiloh lifted her to her feet. "I say we get the hell out of here, but, hey, that's just me."
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Post by Robert on Apr 30, 2010 21:57:28 GMT -5
After a good time spent throwing about some organs and re-painting the hospital walls, Robert felt much better. He took a moment to stomp around in the blood and add a few footprints here any there (something Mom and Dad never let him do at home on the good carpet) before dutifully marching after his teammate.
He’d been about to whistle a tune as they went along when a sharp hiss stopped the duo in their tracks. The teen hardly bothered paying attention; it was just some Witch whining about friendship and love and hippies and tree-hugging and stuff. The Smoker had it all under control. In moments, the sickening cracks of breaking bones echoed down the hall.
My comrade... Robert stood up straighter then, paying attention. I need you to find and bring her some sharp objects. Anything bladed or jagged.
Well, that certainly wasn’t difficult. The Hunter turned to the room beside him and sent a swift kick into the glass. It was damn painful, even though his shoes caught most of the small shards before they pierced his foot, but the number of jagged pieces of glass made it worthwhile.
Alright, mission two: get the girl’s scent on the fake locket and send it off to some tough brute who could pulverize her faster than you could ask “Will she Blend?” Easy Peasy. With a simple nod, the Hunter leapt into a ceiling duct and followed his nose.
Fortunately, survivor-smell wasn’t tough to pick out; you just followed whatever didn’t smell like puke and death. One of them did smell funny though. Like, less-human funny. He didn’t pay it much mind, simply stuck to crawling through the ducts. Lucking out, he spotted a vent opening right above the morons’ heads. Now all he just had to make it look natural so the girl would still grab the necklace.
Whipping out his trusty talons, Robert yanked out all but one screw on the vent. Then all he had to do was hold the locket loosely in one hand and step forward to set his plan in motion:
The moment he set enough of his weight on the vent cover, it snapped underneath him and sent him spiraling to the room below and, coincidentally enough, landing just a foot or so in front of his victim. Smirking, he turned to wave the golden heart necklace at her...
...And the grin was wiped off his face. The damn girl wasn’t human anymore. Hell, she looked damn near bring a Hunter herself! Shocked, he let the necklace fall from his grasp before shaking it off and leaping away with a gurgled scream, vanishing just as quickly as he’d arrived.
Whether she picked it up or not, he could retrieve the necklace. For now, he just had to get back to Smoker-Lady. This was definitely an important change.
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Post by Maxwell Johnson on May 1, 2010 22:52:43 GMT -5
Max walked through the hospital's long hallways, his M16 held in one hand up against his shoulder. His other hand idly fingered his machete's handle where it was strapped against his chest. He'd been about to pass by when he'd heard screaming and banging up at one of the rooms in the hospital. What a surprise it was to see some survivors through a window several stories up.
And so, deprived of human contact ever since being separated from his convoy, Max had decided it woudl be a good idea to slip into the hospital and covertly meet up with these other survivors. He found himself wondering what they were like as he walked. He hoped they weren't a bunch of those survivors whose minds had been destroyed by the ordeal they had been forced into. He hated having to deal with those kinds of people. His convoy had come up on a few, and the results had been less than pleasurable....
It was as he walked that he heard a loud clamor, in the hallway just ahead of him. It sounded like metal of some sort, collapsing or hitting something. He couldn't tell exactly what, but he knew that any sound like that wasn't good news, and likely to draw infected. He immediately brought his rifle down into both hands, ready to fire at anything that moved as he came down into a slight crouch. He moved swiftly towards the room ahead of him, where the sound had come from. It was where those other survivors should be......
He stopped as he saw a hunter run out of the room quick as a flash. With a grimace on his face, Max flipped the safety on his weapon from safe to 3-round-burst in the blink of an eye, and took level aim. He took a single moment more to get the Hunter in his sights, and before it could move more than a couple feet from the moment he saw it, he expelled all the breath from his lungs as he was taught and squeezed the trigger gently...once....twice....three times.
For each squeeze of the trigger, his weapon rattled off three round screaming for the Hunter. He'd be dead and down before he even knew what hit him.That was the thing about Hunters: you had to kill them before they even got the thought to pounce you. It was that...or death.
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