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Reconstruction: Part 3 (Day 10)

“Clear the construction. We need to repurpose this building for the remaining group of survivors.”

We dug. I look over at Jonathan. You can tell he’s been through a lot. If not by the scars, but the blank look he always gives.

“Where’s this one from?” one of the workers asks.

“Last I heard it was a group that walked out of El Paso to Reno.”

“Jesus, man! How did they manage that?”

“They didn’t. Most of them got wiped out. Last of them used their last bit of energy to cave out a stronghold. Even then some got lost.”

As the workers were talking, a hand reached out and snagged Jonathan giving him a good bite before someone else was able to knock the face right off of it.

“Quick! Someone throw me the pills!”

It’s been about 3 years since the self-proclaimed victory against the monsters. It wasn’t so much a victory as it was that we finally out numbered them and got a cure, so we figured now was a better time than ever to rebuild.

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