I don't know who will find this message. I've taken skin samples of the deceased...no idea what kind of good that will do. There is no communication. Radio silence. Everything's gone dark--I...I'm in the dark, here. I need to find out what's going on. I... Everything is so quiet. It's impossible to know what's going on anywhere. I haven't gone far, but I may try soon--to see what civilian life is like. There's no one else here. They're all... It's just me.
Alfa base over and out.
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Puisi{#520 in Poetry} The world has turned to ash. Hot winds and violent storms are in its place. Whatever remains of humanity has descended into chaos. The earth is taking back what is hers in a fit of catastrophic rage. This story follows a few people...
