The wasteland stretched out in all directions, the grey sky looming over them ominously. Amongst the trees a pack of hounds roamed, sniffing the ground digging through the bushed of dead twigs. Above them mutated birds fluttered from ash tree to ash tree, squawking at the silence where it echoed back. The ghouls roaming the wasteland in the distance turned their heads but did not move to investigate. There was an unspoken system in play amongst the mutations. They know when to seek out food and when to ignore the noises around them. Such is the new ecosystem of the Unknown Region.
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