The End

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The sound of sirens blaring and the smell of radiation leaked through the walls of the American Science Lab. World War Three, The Crisis, The End- whatever you wanted to call it, it was happening. Deep in the heart of the building, the scientists were putting their hopes to rest along with their last resorts. Cryogenic sleep. That was the key. They slipped the last of the experiments into their icy tomb without reading the label. There was no reason. They surely would die.
The next bomb was dropped, blasting the lab wide open and allowing the radiated air to contaminate the lungs of the living. It was over. Tears were useless, life was done. Gone. They would all be gone without a trace. Dr.Martin, Head of Atomic Research, pressed the blinking green button on the large circuit board. That should seal their fate. It was the end of the world.

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