Several days later Miriam wandered through the city, until she saw an attractive young man in the distance walking with his friends. It was Sam, but at the same time it wasn't.
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Night
Clown horns!
Clown horns!
Allan, the young man with almost golden blonde hair, was leaving the haunted house, there was quite a bit of blood on his clothes.
"A human killed an Indrac"
As he walked away from the haunted house he put the sawed-off shotgun in his backpack and pulled out a couple of pistols. "These will work for me," Allan thought, referring to the pistols.
Steps, steps, steps.
Allan turned around.
Bang! Bang!
-What are you doing?! -Exclaimed Lana, the student Allan met in the haunted house.
- I saved you, they were following you. -Allan told him, while appearing satisfied with himself.
Lana approached him and asked:
-Why did you leave that Indrac alive?
-I have my reasons. -Allan responded, walking again.
-Do you still love me? -Lana asked.
-Yes, if you are willing. -Allan responded, smiling at him.
"I want to survive," she indicated.
-Even if it is impossible you will survive. Come on. -Allan said with confidence.
"Why doesn't he kill? He made those three commit suicide, what does he want to achieve?" Lana thought as she accompanied Allan.
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Several days later; at dawn.
clown horn
clown horn
"If they group together and take care of each other, it won't be as fun."
"Only eight remember, there are 73 survivors left in Circus City, we don't want leftovers."
"If a minimum of 10 lives do not die in 24 hours, we will send them somewhere to play."
"Hee hee hee"
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