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Pandemic: Bleak Tuesday

Jack felt his jaw as it fell slack. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump.

Closing his eyes tightly and shaking his head to clear the confusion, he looked back out. No people gathered at the station post. There were no boxes of supplies. Only what looked like millions of flyers floating in the breeze.

Jack turned and went back to his computer. He shook his mouse to bring the machine from hibernation. Hovering over the clock, his best friend informed him that it was, in fact, not Wednesday, but still Tuesday.

He smiled, and a surprised breath of confused relief escaped him. “Well I’ll be damned.” Although, this still didn’t explain the train, nor the flyers.

He stopped breathing. Again. He was half ready and, at the same time, refusing to accept what he had a feeling was the inevitable. He had no choice but to finish gearing up and go out to retrieve a flyer so that he may hear the news “first hand.”

Mission completed, Jack logged into the chatroom.

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