Another wolf came for Lincoln, but this time he was expecting it, slashing at the wolf, killing it. Lincoln thought he wouldn't make it out alive, but he didn't want to die giving up. "[i]I am gonna be killed by wolves...out of all the enemies in here, wolves are the ones to kill me.[/i]" Linc thought to himself over the loud growls and howls of the wolves. Lincoln's hope had forsaken him as a bite from a wolf put his life down into the red. But then he regained it as fast as he lost it when he heard the other guy yell to him from behind. Lincoln quickly turned around, "No, not really." 

Lincoln fought a couple more wolves before making his way about twenty feet away from the man that could be his glimmering light at the end of the tunnel. "It is weird," [i]Slash[/i], "That there are so many," [i]Slash,[/i] "Wolves!" Lincoln was determined to make it out of here alive. He caught a few glances towards the guy, which seemed to be strong and battle-ready. "I guess this isn't the," [i]Slash[/i], "Best time..." [i]Slash[/i], "But my name is Linc!" Lincoln had to yell over all of the barks and grows the wolves have been making.

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