Talk:Hellhound/@comment-28718853-20160614230504/@comment-174.88.66.253-20160615150233

Facepalming, I sigh as I put on my "questionnable" gear, which were a gas mask and a odd grey hoodie. Walking away to the other side of the school, I ignore my friends that are screaming for help and a way out as I exit from a back door only to climb to the rooftops.

Pulling the ladders up, I then prints some pentagrams, 2 of them and throw a small bead on it. Soon enough, my two other friends are where I am, relieved that none of them are knee-deep in those things. We watch as the rest of school's men are being violated by them while thinking of a way out.