Mississippi p.o.v
When the distorted alæbme came up to me. He was wearing a plaid brown shirt that had looked like it wasn't washed in weeks. He even wore a navy blue pants that was had many holes in them. He tried to get me up but I jumped back. His hands were covered in slime. He tried to talk to me but as his mouth opened all I could hear was chalkboard being scraped.
I quickly closed my ears from the sound. He wanted to help but all he was doing is making me more nervous.
Then he gently sat down. As he sat down I noticed his face more closely. He had scribbles over his face.
He crawled to me as if he wanted to bring me into this hellhole with him.
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FanfictionThis is a book about statehumans and these are mostly USA states Washington D.C will be in this to even if it's not an state. I do intend to put some country in this also this is my first book so if there are mistakes I'm really sorry. THE COVER IS...
