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Writing Prompt 50 - Chris Sarantopoulos
Shelly and David sped past the barb-wires, their fists pumping by their sides. Behind them, the first outpost sounded the alarm. Soon, another answered the call, and another, then all of them. “You know,” David said, “if we survive this, I’m going to kill you.” “Good luck with that, frog face,” Shelly said. “I’m not…