“Do you think they'll drop the bomb?”
that was once a question that was often asked, be fore the New World.
It all happened decades ago, when the acid washed the fields, when
the flame devoured the cities, when the creatures burned. We are the
new creatures, the new life, the ones that live under the rubble, the
ones that scavenge the leftovers of the flying Pterodactyls, they
awoke from an ancient sleep when the bombs fell, when the acid bombs
fell upon the great mountains. We are the ones that drink the pink
and red waters of the sea. We are the Gas Mask Men.
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