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, blackouts, government falling apart. The works. Officials keep saying they have everything under control, but they never tell regular people the real story. I work in national security. I know th

t cleaned out. People fight and die over food and water. The world turned upside down in just a few days. All I want is to get home, kiss my w

ontpelier. The land sits among old trees and open fields. It feels farther from the city than it really is. Montpelier was the cheapest spot that still gave me the space I want

t to walk straight out the door, but the things outside are not people anymore. The CDC in Atlanta is talking to labs all over the w

hey are locking the place down to stop it from spreading. I shove my chair back and run for the nearest exit I

oldier in full unifor

leave," he says

ller. "Alright," I say, and put my hands up. His shoulders drop for a second. I grab the rifle, shove the barrel toward the ceiling, and pu

parking lot. My own car with the bug-out bag and the 9mm is too far away. I jump into the first unlocked car I see. Keys sit in the cup holder. The engine starts. I floor it. The main gate is sealed, so I cut a

cars and screaming horns. Both directions are packed solid. Home is two