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Rail-Trails Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    Midnight

    Awesome Blossom!

    -Midnight

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    Firework

    Oh my god.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    The Turning ~ &tau&omega&omicron

    5 months have passed since the virus first infected someone.
    <p>
    5 months of chaos....
    <p>
    Now, the country is under national emergency. People are fleeing the surrounding areas. But not as much in fear of the virus but from what it creates.
    <p>
    Zombies.
    <br>
    That would be a fitting description for them. They have no beating heart. They breathe no more. They are just a memory; an echo of what they used to be.
    <p>
    But they are also more than a zombie. They are smart. Even smarter than us; they are ignorant to pain. They are Turned.
    <p>
    They look as though they were alive, except their skin is snow and as cold as ice. Their eyes, though, burn with a horrid light, hollow yet alive.
    <p>
    They have taken the towns around the facility but seem uninterested in us and our work. Maybe they are not that smart. Or maybe they know there is no cure.
    <p>
    Only 5 of my team remains with me, 2 guards, too. We have a tank, not that is would do us any good.
    <p>
    Now it is August 5th.
    <br>
    Word of our demise has begun to leak from the USA into neighboring countries. Mutiny is erupting in industrialized cities.
    <p>
    Riots happen every night...
    <p>
    What have we done.....?
    <p>
    My nights are sleepless now. I work endlessly for a cure. Just... anything!
    <p>
    Day after day, I wait for a break, a change of tides.
    <br>
    Nothing...
    <p>
    ~~~
    <p>
    AUGUST 19, TUESDAY; 9:31 P.M. GHECO LABS
    <p>
    I am working on what I believe might actually be a cure when the lights shut off.
    <p>
    At first, I believe it to be a colleague playing a trick on me. I try the switch.
    <p>
    Darkness still.
    <p>
    A foreboding chill runs down my spine.
    <p>
    A storm can be heard brewing on the horizon, wind sending eerie gales howling through the rafters.
    <p>
    Then I hear it.
    <p>
    Soft footsteps walking down the hallway. Not the heavy boots of a guard.
    <p>
    The only one of my colleagues here besides me is John. He wears cowboy boots.
    <p>
    'Oh... fudge....' I think. I throw off the lab coat, knowing it will be like a beacon in the dark.
    <p>
    I try to keep a level head and silently slip out the back door to the room. The emergency door. Usually, an alarm would have sounded. None. The power was off.
    <p>
    I shiver as rain pounds down around me, turning the ground to mud.
    <p>
    Lightning flashes, illuminating the ladder leading to the roof. I rush forward and began to ascend the rungs.
    <p>
    Suddenly, a cold hand grasps my ankle.
    <p>
    My breath catches in my throat. I glance down...
    <p>
    Blazing, bright green eyes glare back.
    <p>
    A shreak rips from me and I kick my boot on the beasts face, knocking it down.
    <p>
    I give a shuddeing breath and quickly begin to climb again.
    <p>
    Upon reaching the top, I place a scarp of a board over the the ladder, preventing entrance. Then I do the same to the other ladders.
    <p>
    I quel my beating heart and try to control my panic.
    <p>
    I glance around the dark, soaked rooftop and retreat to a small shed perched upon the otherwise barren roof.
    <p>
    Panic coursing through my veins, I sit down on a crate and lean against the back wall.
    <p>
    Maybe I was safe...
    <p>
    Maybe...
    <p>
    Then a hand reaches forward from the darkness and clamps onto my wrist.
    <p>
    ~~~
    <p>
    ~ NRm

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2013

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