The Mutants (RP)

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    On December 21, 2012, the world ended. Russia released a gas all around the world that killed most people, and those who were not killed came out of it mutated. It is now 2017, new mutations are found every day, and some people were mutated so horribly that they were turned evil. How will you change the world? Takes place in Quebec, Canada.
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    Christian walked along in the ruins of Quebec, where he was born. his wings were folded carefully around his boddy under his shirt. He looked around for other survivors.

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    I glance to the side and see the twins, I contemplate the situation for a few moments before deciding that I have nothing to lose in talking to the twins, even if one of them looks as though they may be evil. I notice their a bit short, but look about my age. I jog up to them. "Hey." I say to them when I reach them.

    "You two are the first survivors I've seen in months. I'm surprised anyone else my age has survived this long. I've only survived through luck." I say with a pleasant grin. "We should probably stick together, hopefully survive a bit longer than we would if we didn't."

    Maggie padded around in dog form, her tail lay low as it hadnt been cropped. Her ears perked as she heard voises. Survivors! She padded around the corner peeking at them.


    Maggie (as a pit bull)

    I think Im gunna move to first person :))


    I walked forward cautiously, but stopped around five feet from them. I am pretty trusting, but what would I do if they were evil?

    I slowly shifted and stood up incase he attacks. My heart pounded, but I stood at a deffencive stance. "Are you good or bad?" She asked slowly, carefuly, so not to disturb any possible fragile pacience spans.

    I let my wings fold back around my body, but ready to fan them back out in a nanosecond if the person was lying. "I'm good." I say.