As the labs came close down on to them, more and more Wolvarks came in their way. More snipers than shooters. "Stranger! If we don't get outta 'ere, we'll be both shot or crushed!" Slogann replied. He knew well, but he didn't seem fast enough running on two feet than on all fours. She realized what was slowing him down, and had to take a gutsy move. "Lemme down!" Slogann wiggled from under his arm. She was strong enough to pry herself from his grip. "Slogann!" Stranger stopped. "Go on! Save yerself! I'll catch up!" she said, putting her nuzzle up, and actioning him to go. He hesitated. "Go now! What's more important? Me, or you and yer friends?" Slogann questioned, hoping he would go. He still stayed still. "Look 'ere, Stranger. I'm practically the problem with this world. I'm the ONLY perfect version of a bio-engineered enhanced Slog. The Vykkers are after me, just to create more, and reak havoc on this world. It'd be better if I either go by myself, or die. And to the looks of 'dis, I'd rather die," Slogann said. Stranger growled in frustration. "Now, go on. Forget 'bout me. Hopefully, I'll come outta 'dis...dead," she nodded. Stranger really didn't want to leave her behind, but what words she spewed out was practically true. "Good luck....Slogann," he said, feeling a little regretful of what he was about to do. He, Josh, Steven, Abe, and Kirk ran away, following Stranger out of the labs.
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