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Character Name
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Narrator
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-(Blake's POV)-
I was walking aimlessly in the bunker.
I decided to go and find Kendra's workshop.
And as expected, she was there.
She heard my footsteps and looked at me.
Kendra
- Heh, welcome to my kingdom of trash - she said with a grin while cleaning something metallic.
Blake
- *looks around the room* I feel like if I touch something here the whole place will go boom...
Kendra
- The only thing that will go "boom" will be the sounds of your ass getting whooped by me for touching things without my permission.
I looked at her a little bit scared and took a step back just in case.
She burst out laughing after seeing my reaction.
Kendra
- So do you need something? - she asked after finishing laughing.
Blake
- ...I'm just bored - I answered and continued to examine her workshop while leaning on the doorframe.
Kendra
- I've got some books you can read - she said and pointed at a small bookshelf in the corner of the room.
Kendra
- By the way, how's Kate?
Blake
- Huh... You are being suspiciously caring of her...
Kendra
- Dumbass, she's a human female. And in what conditions are human females right now? That's right, nearly fully wiped out by my race. If humans will somehow make it out alive after this war, she will have a very crucial role in, let's say, "trying to make the number go up". Of course I'm gonna be caring of her.
A few seconds of silence...
Blake
- ...There was no need to make feel stupid, y'know?
Kendra
- *chuckle* Sorry, I just like to be a smartass sometimes.
Blake
- Wait, now that you mentioned Kate, where is she?... Uhhh, I-I'll go and find her!
Kendra
- Weren't you the one responsi-?... Bruh...
Kendra's words were the last thing I heard before my search.
Blake
- Fuckin' dumbass... Who leaves an injured person alone...
I so happened to pass by Dex's room.
So I decided to check on him just in case.
*Knock knock*
No answer...
I slightly opened the door and peeked through.
He was sleeping.
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Project R.A.Z.E.
RandomWar. Hate. Millions of death It's been over 15 years since the war between humans and anthros started. Blake was only 2 years old when the fateful day arrived. Because of constant raids and attacks on human cities and bases, he had no choice, but to...
