The Strain
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Last published Mon, Feb 3, 2014
I don't know what happened. Or how, or why. All I knew was how to shoot a gun and keep Amelia safe. Now, Amelia is missing, with my gun. I'm being hunted, by the deceivers. Wandering on highways is the best chance of survival, not hiding. Let them take me, try to change me. It won't work, I'm different. I have the strain.
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