But before the man was able to pick up the flashlight from the cot a Dog began to bark. “they’re coming for us.” “I think I hear something comin in on the telly” the people in the stadium fell silent as they turned to listen to the old mans walkman handheld. Through the static, was the barley audible voice of Van Mantra
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They're coming
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They're coming
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