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Post by Stitchpunk1 on May 16, 2010 18:43:32 GMT -5
She started laughing.
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Post by ginchimera on May 16, 2010 18:51:53 GMT -5
8 laughed with her," Geez! You made the best mistake for the human race!"
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on May 16, 2010 18:52:47 GMT -5
"Wait... doesn't that mean we have to get bitten for it to work?"
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Post by ginchimera on May 16, 2010 19:00:30 GMT -5
" Well, you, and probably that group on newly cured people downstairs."
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on May 16, 2010 19:01:16 GMT -5
"Good." She didn't want her and her dad to be the only ones getting bit.
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Post by ginchimera on May 16, 2010 19:05:03 GMT -5
He smiled a little," come with me. Lets go explain to the others what we'll have to do."
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on May 16, 2010 19:05:39 GMT -5
She nodded and they headed downstairs.
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Post by ginchimera on May 16, 2010 19:17:40 GMT -5
Years Later
It had taken so long for the cure to run its course through the human race, having to go throughout the united states and across the sea to Europe. Many people mourned for the losses of people to the infection. The numbers had been in the billions. But people continued on with their lives, many denying the infection had ever even happened. As for what had happened to our group of infected? Well, they went their seperate ways, keeping intouch with one another from time to time. Even some of the children had gotten together with one another, starting new generations of their own. The children sat in wonder around their rather large, old, great grandfather, cheering for him to tell of his stories.
Their great grandfather smiled, placing a hand to the scar on his face,
" Back in New Orleans, is where it all started...."
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