John Soap MacTavish
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Urban exploration was fun, except when you were alone. You wandered around what looked like an abandoned amusement park, the eerie atmosphere starting to make you paranoid.
The decrepit carousel, the discarded plushies, the blood?!
That was definitely blood and against your better judgment, you crept closer. You swore you could hear shuffling coming from inside a dark stall and took one step, only to meet with the barrel of a rifle.
“Don’t move.” A gruff voice coughed, sounding strained.