5 Bittersweet Dr, West Chester, PA 19382




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5 Bittersweet Dr, West Chester, PA 19382
There all just big housecats!
(via BigCatRescue)
This is out of character and totally off topic....
But I had to share.
There is this guy Terry who comes to my local cat shelter and brushes cats. Every day. This is a no kill shelter who actually rescues cats with "problems" like if they are anti-social or have any disabilities.
This guy Terry...every day comes and brushes the cats and falls asleep 💕
Subject 33 pt 2
Subject 33 leaped towards the snipers he continues to shoot her, his friends started to shoot her as well. It didn't take me the first shot to start fire at the scattered enemies with the 10mm pistol since the combat rifle seemed too far damaged to fire without severely hurting the user. The scattered bandits fell like bowling pins but, as I look at subject 33 a horrible sight awaited me as she had the sniper's neck in her muscular mouth. Subject 33 leaped towards me on the top of the ditch and offer me her hand to get me out. "Thanks, are you alright?" *Subject 33* "yeah, but those enemies got some rounds in the back and some in my chest. Oh I'm sorry how are you? Are you alright?" "Subject, is there a shorter name I can call you? *Subject 33* "well no there isn't. my creators made me like this, but no real name." "How about you and me make a new name for you something that will help me remember, plus we need to move out to sanctuary. my home."
We started to head to sanctuary were I scavenged the body's of the bandits a lot of bottle caps and ammo, the weapons were rusted and jammed so I left them at there bodies. As I looked at Subject 33, her creators were strange strange to create a dog with a human form but, her strength and speed incredibly! The bullets that hit her were still there on her in her thick short fur, as I reached out to pick out one of the bullets she didn't try to stop me. The bullet just popped off like a bug on a windshield after a car wash. "Are you alright?" *Subject 33* yes, the bullets did go through my body, don't worry to much. I can regenerate at an outstanding rate, plus I can change my form this to a brute, Hunter, and a feral hound." I'll ask her more about that and how she formed on my wrist were the pip boy but now we need to move into sanctuary.
Ruined houses, burned trees, scavenged helicopters, tanks, apc, and a workshop full of schematics for houses, weapons, and other papers for many other questionable schematics. "Hey Sheila you think this is gonna help us?" *Sheila* "yes, wait. Sheila?" "Ya you like that name?" *Sheila* I love it. this work bench would provide a useful resource for this terrible time."
Out of Africa. Camp Verde AZ.