Re: Lyta vs. Phobia
Donovan screams. The mutants, the dirty stinking mutants are closing in from all directions. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, claws and teeth and slime and tentacles and less identifiable things from all the stories about what inhuman monstrosities mutants were that he heard growing up.
He reaches for the nearest person, blindly trying to gain just enough power to open a way out, create an escape to anywhere but here.
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