A virus, the U.N.M.A. called it. A mutation, a danger, a threat to anyone and everyone in their eyesight, no exeptions. Those who have been marked by the moon. They believe that you have no recolection of when it happens and you have no capacity to think, only fuel their instincts. The bloodlust, hunger; the base of all instincts, freedom. To not be chained to the world around us and mans rules. It was only recently reliced that more than half of popular folkare was true. Only recently have they say that they have studied them from the beginning.
Alex, looked into the sky. This information had been knowen by everyone. But, that was about all people ever knew. Her hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, moving the lake water in rhythmic motions. The light whiff of pine and aspen moved swiftly around her. Alex Stutter, much do you really know.
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All around us is secrets, all you have to do to find them is look.
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