Riding to the wind
Some fairytales start in fire and end in blood.
Some fairytales start in fire and end in blood.
by: E.B. Johnson
I wasn’t there when the virus hit. I wasn’t there for three whole days after all hell broke loose.
By the time I did make it back into town, they were all done for. Mom, Pop, Aunt Lizzy, Uncle Sheldon. Hell, it even got the old dog that lived out behind the b…
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