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Dean walked along the road, holding his sloggie, Emily, in his hands. She was wounded in her back leg, had large bite marks that luckily didn’t bare the bone. He looked up and squinted along the road and could dimly see the white and green building which was Frakture Falls. He breathed a sigh of relief and patted Emily’s head. Emily whimpered in response, and her injured leg twitched. Dean flinched as some blood oozed onto his wrist, staining the leather, but he just simply quickened his pace, eager to get Emily some help.