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Chapter 63
Olive's POV "You guys really need to keep it down", Dalton muttered from the sleeping bed, adjusting himself. When he heard no sound, he peeked open his eyes, watching our bewildered expression. He straightened up from the bed, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "What happened to you guys?", He asked. No one graced him with an answer as we all replayed the event of a few seconds before now. "Are you guys okay?", he abandoned the sleeping bag, walking up to us. His eyes rested on the scorched creature right at the spot where Ron and I occupied. "What in hell's name is that?" The creature had large white eyeballs, almost too big for its head. Its arms were too small for the body, a long tail and scanty but sharp teeth. It looked like it had crawled up from the gates of hell, i
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