''Don't do it''
I yell cautiously trying to be calm to the men in gas masks surrounding me in a tightly packed semi- circle who were about to shove me off the Golden Gate Bridge. I am standing on the high guard rail. You would think that these men were mentally insane or something but they surprisingly did have a good reason for it. I glance towards the water, a 227 meter impending doom. My stomach churns and my head spins. A quiet but increasingly rising sound of engines fills the air and eventually filters out all other sounds. ''Ca Ching'' a simultaneous sound of gun cocking erupts, then the origin of the sound of engines appear, roughly 10 quad bikes with two people on each bike emerge through the thick morning fog. The men surrounding me are suddenly distracted by this unexpected interruption, I take my chances and carefully jump off the rail. The people on the bikes all have gas masks and tight dirty clothing covering the head to the toe, all are carrying large sophisticated semi-automatic firearms. Machine gun fire erupts and my gas mask almost falls off. I don't recall much after that only that I was blindfolded and recklessly shoved in to a big dark bag.
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Intentional Pandemic
AcciónJohn is a pretty cool kid in New York, he has a great home, family and a great school. Then a mysterious new virus emerges in Paris than in Beijing, then Los Angeles. The world is in panic and confusion though John's dad might know more about the vi...
