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You find a voice recorder on the table. ---- Random entry: "The place has been over run. Frickin' zombies man, who woulda believed it? And those green hissers, dude if that isn't outta some weird universe. I would be outta here if there was anywhere to go. The guys on the other side of the crater? Not exactly welcoming strangers. They say they got no more room. But they leave me alone, and I get by. Still, it burns me up. I know they're living all posh down there in their bunkers. They say there it's cramped down there. Barely enough to wiggle their toes. I wonder..." |