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AP English class. Robyn's ace in the hole, and what book are they covering? Macbeth. Even more sweeter to show these classmates how well he knows this book. He flips through his tattered copy until he’s on the scene they’re covering in class. And he has to stand up for the class too? Shit. Closing the book, he rolls his shoulders and shrugs soon after. “Lady Macbeth is reliving the night she and Macbeth killed King Duncan in cold blood for the throne. She’s sleep walking as the doctor and gentlewoman watch her actions, and because of this-- Lady Macbeth only views her hands covered in blood and she imagining the scent of it all over her and her husband.” He sighs, stares at the pretty girl for a second--- and continues. “She’s living with the burden and trauma that she’s the brain of the operation and Macbeth is merely her scared pawn in order to rule the kingdom. She fed him in the idea, and there’d be no one to suspect them considering their bond with Duncan, but in reality, she’s still confessing to the deed and paranoid the red spot will be seen if she doesn’t cover their tracks good enough.”

     he had been tracking the wolf for about an hour--- one he assumed was actually a teenage girl considering he witnessed her shift and run off into the forest just north of the college campus. it wasn’t like things like this weren’t unusual to see, but considering he was no longer in beacon hills, it had taken him by surprise--- it wasn’t even his second week!                     now she was cornered against a steep hillside, the only way out being passed him, but his red hues warned her not to try.                                “’m not here to hurt you.” but just to clarify, he actually wouldn’t hurt her if she tried.

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Mun Name:   ellie Muse Name:   isabella santos  Muse FC:   camila mendes  What they did for a living before the apocalypse:  con-artist  Brief backstory:   growing up with rich parents had always been a struggle for her, because they  always pushed her away. they had bigger things planned and she wasn’t apart of them. when she was sixteen years old, she ran away from her parents house and never looked back. izy had came a crossed a town and met some people who showed her the way of being a con-artist. the young female picked it up pretty quickly. years skated by without much attention from any authorities, until the day of the apocalypse. she had been doing a simple job until the cops showed up. in the back of the police car on their way to the station, izy noticed some stranger run out in front of the cop car. the driver swerved and went into a ravine. isabella got knocked out and when she woke, the cop that had been driving had been dead, most likely caused by impact. escaping the cuffs, the twenty-two year old search the cop and took whatever she thought was valuable :  a gun with eight rounds in the mag, spare ammunition, the cell phone, a jacket and the cuffs. ever since she’s been alone, running into a few people here and there but nothing to serious.