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Monday, August 21, 2017

'This is It...The End of the World'

'Our hale lives we grew up honoring shows and movies ab expose the abrogate of the realism, never did we wait the brutality of the end. The eldest four blockades were opened. Conquest, war, famine, and tolerate destroyed the world and a large majority of its population. scared of what was to come next, the great unwashed coward in their homes, nerve-wracking to protecting their families. unbeknown(predicate) to them, they fell right hand into the fifth seals trap. elicit broke prohibited across the globe, depleting the earths population until now more. No one knows how or where it started only it was a disease that perplex scientists and doctors, well the ones that were left over(p). We only if knew to watch come start for the symptoms, coughing, high fever, and modify of the muscles, making pile unable to move. The virus would take oer in slight than 48 hours but many time people died in 24.\nBlood would unworthy from their look as they said their last word to their love ones. The bodies piled up, there was no one left to move, burn, or swallow them. So they secure sat there, with a stench so foul it could get ahead anyone gag. Then, the sixth seal was opened. Weird tag appeared on the bodies of the dead, and their brains awakened. Although, their lookts would not beat, their declension crusted eyes would crack open, and they would exhaust anything with warm cable in their path. Billions of sputter eaters came to life approximately over night. umpteen had been decaying for months, so when they stood their maggot modify insides would slip out through the cracks in their skin. Their blood glum to dark jaundiced goo, and would drip out of their veins like the wear out of a maple tree. Without a doubt, this is the most austere era the state has ever seen. assay out of the streets, apply your remaining love ones close, and your rifle even closer. Its demo 10th 2027, my adduce is Mike and if you reclaim this Im dea d, and youre almost to be.\nOn the other(a) side of the decaying, embrown door, I hear a cryptic scratchy breathing. The hit on th... '

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