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| ...is nothing left to see. If you are reading this, one of two things has happened. 1. You've made it out. 2. You are one of Them. I suppose that it doesn't matter much. Hell, not much does anymore. I don't know where to start. I guess I'll start at the end. |
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My life as an OutlawYou would think that we would have expected it, end of days and all, but no one did. If you run into someone who tells you otherwise, let 'em know that they're full of it, because I was responsible and I still had no idea. The first lab work was so inspiring, we all just were caught flat-footed when the first subjects started to change. By the time we realized what really going on, we were already contaminated. Everything is a grid these days, phones, fiber, power, lights, they're all wired in together. Thats's how the first one escaped. After he was out, it was just a matter of time. Ghost in the Machine? Shit. He was the smartest of the bunch. | Most Wanted Judd :: DAY 328 |
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