There is fresh blanket of snow on the ground. My men have been marching all day. Only three of us are left. Those cursed ones got the six of them and the hail of bullets got the rest. I am part of the resistance. Ever since that wack job scientist Dr. Brown invented this damn tourcher method, It has became the new death penalty. The government took all the convicts for testing and they became the damned. One monsterious encounter with a weak noble tribe and more people became damned. Theres only two ways to kill these beasts and thats to decapitate them or put a bullet in there head. Luckily Our town built that gient three foot thick twenty-two foot high wall. Almost all crime has stopped but a few unlucky ones like myself get caught and kicked out of the last safe haven. My men and I are almost out of bullets and are down to our wits. The damned will get us. That or if we wonder to close to the wall they shot knowing we are criminals. My men have made a small village and we put a small wal up for protection as well. Seatle, the origenal city wants us all dead. They will do anything to squash the citizens of Giza. We are at constant war.
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