This is how it all begins.
Cells harvested from a forsaken child, tortured and contorted by amoral scienceticians, tampering in God's domain. Then the dead reanimate and walk the earth. Feasting on the living, nigh invulnerable to countermeasures.
The signs have all pointed to this End. This horror.
It was a good run.
Ooo, that reminds me. I need more canned goods. Grocery run.
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