Life After Death
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Última publicación lun, sep 18, 2017
"ATTENTION. ATTENTION. This is the Emergency Broadcast System. This is not a drill. Repeat: This is not a drill!"
*Static --- Noise*
(DISTANT VOICE: This is a report from the emergency national command post in Washington. The President and his key civilian and military aides have been safely evacuated to the emergency seat of government. )
*Static --- Noise*
Another voice: "The population is now down to less than 2 mill-
*Static --- Noise*
"This is the Emergency Broad--"
Silence seemed to follow. All systems were cut off just like all food supplies and signs of sanity in the world. What was to come was something that no one was prepared for.
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The story is NOT written in the format above.
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