NO PLACE TO HIDE
A Terrible Tale of the Near Future
By FreedomFighter
Jim Stonedweller donned a mask and rubber gloves and meandered through the open doorway. The door latch had been forced by a screwdriver he knew this by the screwdriver indent on the wooden doorframe.
Even with the mask over his nose Jim could smell the stench of death-rot and week-old human excrement....
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A Terrible Tale of the Near Future
By FreedomFighter
Jim Stonedweller donned a mask and rubber gloves and meandered through the open doorway. The door latch had been forced by a screwdriver he knew this by the screwdriver indent on the wooden doorframe.
Even with the mask over his nose Jim could smell the stench of death-rot and week-old human excrement....
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