another one BURNED LAST NIGHT. better than tv. people outside the fence, they took the LAST of them four days ago. people just like us run like cattle, piled into trucks, one suitcase apiece. headed east. at least that’s the rumor. BAKERSFIEKD, VEGAS, WHO KNOWS? it’s safe inside the fence. outside, everything’s dead, everyone’s gone. this is, uh, day nine. nine days since the lights went out and the fence went up and our little green friends moved in. travis says we’re the lucky ones. he’d throw those dudes a PARADE if they’d let him. and, look, we are GRATEFUL to our SAVIORS, to the ones who protect us, to those who know when it’s feeding time at the zoo. turns out there’s nothing you’ll ever take that nature won’t take back. IT ALL BELONGS TO HER AGAIN. and the dogs and the dead and the… hello.
( indie and private CHRIS MANAWA. )
