Prolouge

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I was hiding in fear for what I have saw, I look around and say, "Great in a wooden shack under a bed hiding from people trying to kill me." Then all the sudden I hear the shack door open letting off a little 'Creeeaaak!' I hear footsteps and heard breathing from a helmet. I whisper, "Oh no." The footsteps stop, I start to think he heard me. Then he walks out of the shack...

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