I'm Maes Hughes! I demand you to back off! That's a direct order from a superior!
The constant shouts and warnings did not stop the military personnel from inching towards him. Wait, are they military? They look like lifeless dolls. Hundreds, no thousands of them!
Stefl escaped with his life. Outside wasn't anywhere near as safe. He soon found that Central was overtaken by zombie-like monsters. He witnessed Hordes of those creatures surrounding baalz sniping perch -desperately picking them off as the poison raced through his body. Leatherhat too was worn down, he's a tough combatanter, but it was only a matter of time before his seal was compromised.
The struggles that encountered these mortals transformed the look of shock on Stefls face into a malicious, ear-to-ear grin, he was piled-on by these mysterious ...things.
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I am the black sheep 
"of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong."-Robert Anton Wilson
