My story begins with a very strange noise, well maybe to you. The sound of children being taken away from there mothers. The sound of a life being cut short like a rope. The sound of blood painting a portiat of someone who once was onto a wall. The sound...of a scream. These are the sounds that I fell asleep to every night. The sounds that I grew up hearing throughout the day when I went out to play. The sounds that on some occations I had to help make. But that is all going to end soon. I'm running away. I'll set out after The Show, after dark. That will give me a chance to get further away before they send The Found after me. I'm leaving alone. Alone...but not scared.






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So this is the beggining of s story Im writing!