Martin:
Months passed in a blur of days and nights. We traveled east and west, but always north. Away from death.
Martin:
We avoided the cities. Mister said they were the worst, hit the hardest in the beginning. As people flocked together for safety, the plague marched through their locked gates and they became death traps.
Martin:
When Washington fell, it was over for America as we knew her. As government blew away, our great leaders ran for it. And hope was abandoned
Martin:
We were on our own now. Me and Mister. Traveling through a ruined land.
Martin:
Pockets of civilization survived. Towns locked down behind fences and guns holding the night away.
Martin:
Cults spread like wildfire across the southern states. Waitin' for the messiah, but... he never came. Death came in its stead. And it came with teeth.
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