The last road
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The end comes for us all. Everyone has hopes ideas and faith about the next step after the lights go out. What happens then when you wake up in your city face down on the ground a deep feeling of deja vu accompanied by an even deeper feeling of dread that you don't belong here. The lights of a gas station you vaguely recognize beckoning you closer drivin by humans base instinct, hunger. The demon inside though distracted WILL threaten your life. What i recommend in this situation...
Go Home.
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