Atlanta, Georgia.
CDC Headquarters.
It is spreading too quickly for us to contain. There is nothing more to do then to hope that we can attempt to synthesize a cure before civilization has entirely collapsed. May God protect us in our time of need. I fear that our Judgement Day has begun.
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Riverdale, Georgia!
The lovely little city of 15,000 endured against that warm, summer rush. Temperatures were raised, the Ice Cream Trucks were out in a frenzy to make certain to earn their keep for the day. The sounds of pools, splashing and insects were spread throughout the city.
July 4th, 2016. The lovely little day of celebration for all things that were red, white and blue. Fireworks were being sold, Liquor was being bought, and barbecues were being held. The clock just struck noon as our little suburb was hosting a quaint little barbecue. The community leader personally knocking on doors and extending an invite to his neighbors. The heavy-set, jolly man wanted to make certain that everyone was feeling into the spirit before the fireworks at 9!
[Nine Hours Remain.]
CDC Headquarters.
It is spreading too quickly for us to contain. There is nothing more to do then to hope that we can attempt to synthesize a cure before civilization has entirely collapsed. May God protect us in our time of need. I fear that our Judgement Day has begun.
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Riverdale, Georgia!
The lovely little city of 15,000 endured against that warm, summer rush. Temperatures were raised, the Ice Cream Trucks were out in a frenzy to make certain to earn their keep for the day. The sounds of pools, splashing and insects were spread throughout the city.
July 4th, 2016. The lovely little day of celebration for all things that were red, white and blue. Fireworks were being sold, Liquor was being bought, and barbecues were being held. The clock just struck noon as our little suburb was hosting a quaint little barbecue. The community leader personally knocking on doors and extending an invite to his neighbors. The heavy-set, jolly man wanted to make certain that everyone was feeling into the spirit before the fireworks at 9!
[Nine Hours Remain.]