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--- there was an old & rusty playground. the boy’s eyebrows furrowed and his head tilts slightly to the side. his finger points to the . . . equipment. he wondered what the thing is used for. “ monster trap? ” aj turns to the other and asks.
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“I--I’m not bit! I swear!” Amelia tried to reassure the person across from them as she stumbled through the gate into their camp. Her shirt was soaking with blood, her already pale skin now completely white from the loss of blood. “So...Some fucking asshole jumped me & tried to steal all my shit.” She explained through a wince as she tried to take off her jacket, pulling down her shirt a little to show them the bullet wound. “Still got it though, just cost me a bullet in the shoulder.” Amelia tried to laugh it off as she dumped the bag, tin cans rolling out the bag.
