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A Monster? I'm not a monster! Am I? I can hear the screams as I draw near, The sound of wails reaches my ears, The running of people, The cries of babies as I come forth. I'm not a monster! Or am I? I can see them run as I awaken, The people of the world hide from me, Even the darkness withdraws at my presence, Cut off from the rest of world. I'm not a monster. Am I? Faces twist at my appearance, I can see the agony they have as they look upon me, A scared and hated body, The disgusting face that I have. Am I not a monster? Alone in my world of torture, No one to run from me, No one to scream as I walk, No one to hide a

We walked up a dirt road that was littered with countless 'Keep out' signs. When we came up to the plant, we saw that all the windows were boarded up and the door was covered in boards. Laurel started trying to pull the bars off. "Come on, wood, budge!" I pulled Laurel back, and drew my sword. "Let me take care of it." I slashed into the wooden barriers and it dug in with a thok sound. I slashed into it a few more times and I finished with a spin attack, and the old wood broke into splinters. Laurel pushed aside the broken door as it fell off its hinges. I drew my sword again and walked cautiously. Laurel noted the vines across the walls. "