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Creative Writing: The Witch Trails

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In 2025 a group of scientist make mutant humans, they are faster, deadlier, and have-animal like features. They also have the skills of whatever animal they were infected with. When they had announced this to the public, they were surprised that anyone would ever want this, but didn’t hate the idea. Soon after, though, the mutants escaped and infected the public. They escaped from the research facility in the state of Illinois, they then went city to city infecting people. They infected people by either biting them, or saliva or blood come in contact with in an open wound or they somehow eat it. The only save area now is in Austin, Texas. Where the government built walls to keep the mutants out, in hopes to somehow one day reclaim the world …show more content…

What are you going to?” I ask rapidly, “Do you think that we should stick together or move, or we could-” “Woah, slow down!” Ty says laughing, “I think that we should stay together, and that we should wait for more news before doing anything like moving.” “Ok. I still think that we should still get things like batteries, bottled water, and food to prepare. Just in case.” I say looking him in the eyes, letting him know I was serious. “Ok, I think that they will be able to get them rounded up before they get all the way over here though.” He says lightly, going to his room to get changed. “I wouldn’t count on it.” I whisper, making sure he wouldn’t hear me. Ty comes back into the kitchen, grabs his keys, and we both make our way to the store. “Ty, you to get the food and bottled water. I’ll go get the batteries, some flashlights, and anything else I think we will need.” “Yes, Sir!” yells Ty, doing a salute chuckling. He then walks away, disappearing in the large crowd, going to the food aisles. I laugh and start to walk away to find the batteries only to run into someone. “Sorry,” we both mumble at the same time. I look up and see it’s a male maybe 20, looking slightly sick. He then walks away, hitting my shoulder,

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