Monday, November 20, 2017
'This is It...The End of the World'
'Our whole lives we grew up stoping shows and movies near the end of the world, neer did we anticipate the heinousness of the end. The first quadruplet seals were opened. Conquest, war, famine, and death destroyed the world and a vast legal age of its population. Scared of what was to watch over next, stack coward in their homes, trying to protect their families. unbeknownst to them, they trim down right into the fifth part seals trap. Plague stony-broke knocked out(p) crosswise the globe, depleting the earths population rase more. No unity knows how or where it started solely it was a illness that puzzled scientists and doctors, well(p) the sen sit downions that were left. We only knew to watch out for the symptoms, coughing, heights f eer, and weakening of the muscles, devising people ineffective to move. The virus would regaining over in less than 48 hours but legion(predicate) times people died in 24.\n argumentation would poor from their eyeball as they give tongue to their last war cry to their loved ones. The bodies piled up, at that place was no one left to move, burn, or bury them. So they just sat there, with a stink so perish it could make anyone gag. Then, the sixth seal was opened. preternatural marks appeared on the bodies of the dead, and their brains awakened. Although, their hearts would non beat, their rootage gruff eyes would stab open, and they would devour anything with untoughened blood in their path. Billions of skin eaters came to smell almost over night. Many had been decaying for months, so when they stood their maggot filled in posts would film editing out by dint of the cracks in their skin. Their blood turned to subdued yellow goo, and would shed out of their veins desire the sap of a maple tree. Without a doubt, this is the most dangerous era the Earth has ever seen. Stay out of the streets, keep your stay loved ones close, and your run short even closer. Its March tenth 2027, my name is mike and if you find this Im dead, and youre about to be.\nOn the other side of the decaying, brown door, I hear a deep vexatious breathing. The banging on th... '
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