Your eyes slowly adjust to the gloom but immediately start to sting. Dust and plaster has fallen down from the ceiling, and you taste it in your dry mouth. Slowly the ceiling lights flicker on as the emergency generator starts up, and people begin to pick themselves up... ...Its August 9th. You've just survived the biggest killer of man in history. In 30 minutes, 3.6 billion people have died across the globe. Unknown to you, the population of the UK has quartered, and will continue to drop. You think briefly of your family before being dragged onto your feet by your platoon sergeant... "Come on son, there's work to be done!" Comes the gruff voice from the dark... but not yet... for now we wait... in the dark...
they came through the smoke like banshees wailing there inaudibly loud war cry, bayonets fixed, and teeth clenched. We stood behind the upturned tram, and vehciles, our NBC suits covered with sweat, blood and dirt. Holding our fire to the last second, and giving as good as we could, but soon our flanks were exposed and we dropped back...
Shop Erotica, my favourite shop in whole Rotterdam...
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hahahaha! ;-)
are you going to make a harbour, too?
part of rotterdam port, yeah.