Epidemic, a natural form of genocide. A derelict city stained with death. Once was so vibrant, so full and alive. A cold display of natural selection.
Scorch the earth, allow no chance for re-emergence. Remove any viable host.
I still remember that fateful day when the first man hit the floor. I still remember the unsettling sight of his contorted face as he died.
Nothing. There is nothing left.
Nothing. There is nothing. Everything is gone.
I still remember that fateful day when the first man hit the floor. I still remember the unsettling sight of his contorted face as he died.
I'll remember October 11th.
