Pivotdarkness
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We sit around the camp fire in a field of plants that we ourselves have planted for our enjoyment. as the sun falls behind the crops we begin to hear strange sounds emerging from within the fog that floats above within the crop. Unsure if it is the effects of thc in our heads or if the noises are real. we silence ourselves to be sure we don't miss any thing. We stare in a silent aww waiting... as we watch the fields the plants begin to sway, we grip our weapons and wait for what's in store....... Out emerges the smell of skunk and rotting flesh. we knew is was something horable as the emergency sirens begin to sound, but before we could get our thoughts together...suddenly we see hundreds of them.... as we make a dash for the cabin we gather our gear and barracade our selfs in. Unsure how they came to be,altough we wonderd still if it's the effects of our numerous mutant strains or if it was all the chemicals we have used to better them |
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