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Dreams #3


Isaac slammed his back against the black crate, clutching a shotgun, and trying to listen to the sounds of the massive monsters that were on the other side, judging their movements. His Grandpa did the same across the aisle in the huge warehouse. The beast was coming, covered in blackness, and spouting fire from its mouth, leaking it from his eyes. Isaac stood and fired one shot, taking off the first's arm, His grandpa fired a second taking it down. The second charged Isaac, who nimbly ducked behind another pile of crates, waiting for the explosion of force and fire.

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