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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the creature attacked the door, shutting it open a good inch, Missy screamed and a whimpering lily clutched her mother. Amanda finally pried out the screen. It was a 5 ft drop to the ground. Go and 100 lei down to you, Miss, he urged. Amanda didn't argue. She dropped down easily, reaching up for Lily. No, Mommy Lily wrapped her scrawny arms around Mrs Waste. I'll be right behind you, baby. Miss. He tried to pull her off, but the little girl dug in. It's gonna be OK, Missy. Soothe, Unable to hide the tremor in her voice. It definitely wasn't. Okay, Billion who? Obey me, Missy. Roughly Pride. A little girl off of her. Lily fought being separated from her mother with all her little girl strength, and Amanda was a little shocked when the frail woman hauled the £60 girl off the ground and shoved her through the window feet. First, Amanda dodged the girls flailing feet, grabbing her around the legs as Missy lowered her down. As soon as really hit the ground, she tried to claw her way back up to the window while making desperate animal cries, ignoring her a man to reach up to help Missy, who hadn't way to beat before she was sliding one leg to the window. She jerked. And there's a moment of stillness. When Amanda met her wide eyed gaze, a trickle of blood dropped from a corner. Mrs Mouth, Amanda, look down! Ah, black tentacle wrapped itself around Mrs Waste red claws dug deep into her breastbone. Mommy from her lower angle. Lily couldn't see what was happening, but Amanda didn't take any chances and shove the girl away. Amanda leapt up, pressing her toe into the crack where the block foundation met the wood siding of the house and grab Mrs Wrists. Missy was yanked backward and a man who lost her grip, but the tenacious woman lashed onto the window sill, her short nails digging into the softwood. Missy said her jaw, I'm a pure grit, pulled herself forward until her face was inches from Amanda's. Take care of my baby, she demanded through bloody teeth, leaving one hand on the sill, Missy reached down to pull it. The revolver from a waistband. A man just throw. It was so tight she barely speak. I will promise. The word was expelled with Russia blood down her chin. It's a claw on her chest. Contracted. Amanda nodded, barely able to hold back her tears. I promise. The creature gave another Yank, and Mrs screamed as their nails were pulled back. She lost her grip on the window and disappeared into the room. Amanda didn't wait to see what happened next. She hauled Lily over her shoulder and sprinted toward the forecourt behind her. She heard Mrs Battle cry, followed by five rapid shots, emptying the revolver Amanda around the house and ran smack in the head whose bum leg nearly crumbled beneath her momentum. What the **** is going on? Run a man who didn't bother to explain, and she grabbed him by the arm. EDS. Leg made it hard for him to get around, but Mrs Bell cry turned to screams. He found himself motivated. Amanda didn't stop until I pressed against the back of the bunkhouse, where Ed Parks, his ancient pickup, Mrs screams continued. Her cries grew weaker and wetter. Amanda set lily on her feet. The little girl's sobs nearly drowned out her mother's cries. Oh, baby! A man had cut the girl's face, trying to cover her ears. Mommy Lily didn't need to. Same or all her pain, grief and fear were comprised. A single word