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Chapter 13: Survival Of The Fittest
The night passes him by. When the sky ahead of Reid lightens yet again, he is surprised to find he is still alive. Surprised, and very grateful. He has no idea why the hunter didn't catch up to him in the dark, but he'll take the time he's been given. In the meantime, he struggles with accepting what he saw. His logical mind and his emotions fight for control, arguing constantly between what is real and what can't possibly be true. But he knows what he witnessed, can see the creature's hands, the pointed teeth, the eerie eyes. All of that added to the way the thing moved and Reid finds it hard to deny. Whatever the hunters are, they can't be human. At least, not completely. If they ever were in the first place. But none of it makes sense. Are they an experiment gone wrong? Some mad scie
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