Scratching. like nails on a chalk board. like screams that peirce the night. That's the sound you hear before the struck. Nobody knew what "they" where, but the did certainly know they weren't friendly, That's for sure. The killiled light lighting struck a lonely tree in the forest, Fast. You're killed by one, You become one. There seemed to be a few of them though, and they where definitely out to get us.
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