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- Male
- Genres
- Horror, Gore, Action, Adventure, Modern, Crossovers.
Yes, what the fuck WERE they?Lee scowled at the sight and turned away, He had seen some fucked up shit back then, but this was different. He silently said a prayer for the girl and then turned back to the others. "What the fuck are these things, he asked.
Swat.
Lee's body mysteriously flew into a -hard- right. His body smashed against the metal grating of the U.S.S. Romero. He groaned weakly, coughing blood as his vision blurred. What... the... fuck? Looking forward, he could see it: Ariel's so-called son. It growled, spewing acidic black bile between it's rotting teeth, "GRAAAGH!!" Two massive hands crawled toward the African American convict, as if aching to end his life.
Oh shit.
What will you do?
Option A: Attack the creature with an M4 Carbine. It's equipped on a dead soldier.
Option B: There's a hatchet leading inside the U.S.S. Romero. Go inside?