(This is an experimental article for something else, depending on if it gets the right attention. If toi like it, great, but do not expect much from it)
*McKenzie ran through the woods in a panic, shoving branches and leaves out of his way through the darkness, barely able to see through the light of the moon. His car was parked just outside of the town, same as it was for the past week he was here. All he could hear was the shouting of… something behind him, chasing him, getting closer and closer. Carrying the fusil, carabine in his right hand, a fusil, carabine with only one bullet in it. Whatever it was that...
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