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Z: Work in Porgress
The house down the street is empty. At least, that is what people keep telling me. But there're lights up in the upstairs every night. I can see them from the window in the school at night.
"No one would be there. It's been abandoned for so long. And even if there had been some one there, they would have ran out of food by now, maybe died of starvation. They wouldn't be able to keep roamers out if they broke in."
But everynight, there it is. Glowing faintly in the darkness through some sort of curtain. If there was only a way that I could see in... Maybe, the light is a signal, some one's waiting to be rescued. I know it.
Part One
The aduitorium was scattered with people. Maybe a half a dozen families of three or more. Maybe a few more people than that. Their numbers were dwindling over the months. They had started with enough people to fill up the entire room, but due to attacks... Gregory looked around him from the podium at the people. Most of them were younger, the oldest in the room now, was himself, and he was only 60. Most of these families had agreed to stay here on the basis that the government was supposed to evacuate places like the schools and other government buildings, and take the people there to safety. However, it had already been eight months with no sign of any human life outside of the school. Roamers walked the street, attacked the fences when they were outside excersizing. It was a good thing the school had supplies to last up to ten years as a stronghold. These people had books, movies, things that could entertain them, but that didn't stop one man from taking his family and trying to just walk back to their house. Needless to say it wasn't pretty. Torn apart just a block from the school. And that was before the radio stopped. Gregory sighed and looked at these people once again before beeging to speak.
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