"I was sixteen years old when the world came to an end.
Instead of a breathtaking display of explosions and clouds shaped like grey mushrooms, it came in the form of a virus, something vulgar and vile, something one human being should never do to another. The virus was deadly. It leached into the skin, invisible and probing, and it took people down very quickly. They’d start with a sniffle and end with a gasp, and then pretty soon there’d be one less of us left on the… |
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