
I take my first steps, walking off the porch, and heading towards the down the street. Everything sounded so quiet, not a car, nor a police siren. The high way was dead, not a car in sight was around, and comming to a stop at the end of the street of where the stop sign was at. "Where's every body at?" Moving along to the right, of the corner, heading towards my spot, and I hop down into a under…
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