The sirens filled the air. The tests had failed, the infected busted out, and all the other scientists ran as fast as they could, but now I was the last one alive. They infect everything they see, from the sheep to the Players. I'm here writing in this notebook, trying to survive. I just hope someone comes and saves this world.
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