It is dark and the wind's howl is increasing. Waves sway over the shore and onto the snow covered streets. I walked through feeling the need to howl but I waited. Now the vocal chords are strained an speech is no longer possible. The bourban is the only thing to look forward to.
My god. Nothing can save us now.
It has all gone too far. We are too late. They're here. Run.
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