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HCARalph
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I was hiding away inside an old Strider wound formed inside of the building my grandmother use to live in. Until the combine came and took her away along with my younger brother. All the rest of the elderly and children all went to Ravenholm I wonder how they are doing? With my RPG in hand waiting for the command. The evening sky was beautiful, the orange and yellows danced across the sky like a graceful ballerina ready for her triumph. (boom) What was that! That noise? It was shaking the ground what could this be? A Strider? That’s what it has to be! I got ready, I thought to myself it’s either me or him one of us has to go. The sweat was pouring down into my eyes I could barley see. I placed my RPG on my shoulder my breathing starting to get heavy. I could remember my grandmother laughing and playing with my brother and me. those where the good days. I have to do this for her. I let out a charge, and I emerged from my hiding to find no strider just and empty street. Everything was deserted the only noise that could be heard was a few gun shots in the distance. (boom) the noise again, but no strider. From the sky like snow flakes ashes and debris started to float down. What could this be? Where is this coming from? (boom) (slam) Something hit my foot it looks like some type of card I bent over to pick it up I could barley make out the words on it, it looked like some sort of name tag. I cleaned it up the best I could I made out the letter’s B….R…..E…..E…N
What’s going on here? (boom) (whoooooosh)……………………to be continued
What’s going on here? (boom) (whoooooosh)……………………to be continued
