The infected revolution

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Intro...

We were sat in the sun filled garden of the manor. There was a perfectly square shape of hedges surrounding us, acutely trimmed. The sound of the sprinklers in the background and the recently cut lawn, a healthy shade of green, and the columns of pink and white flowers, beautifully flourishing in the sunlight. Joe had thousands of pieces of paper on the table, all stacked up and ready to be filled with the knowledge I was about to provide. After finally managing to restart life, we had found more information out about the infected, some of which were still out there. My name is Carter Bradford, and this is my story...

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