With his victory complete the President could now accept the laurels from the horde.

020

The doors of the treasuries were flung open as the horde cried out their obedience.

021

But the time for celebration was short as the Sickness was about to strike again.

022

A storm like no other raged, the cheering horde was left to bear the brunt of that which the Sickness wrought upon them.

024

The Infected know of nothing but the pursuit of relief when faced with the horrors of infirmity.

028

The President knew the storm was the signal to flood the world with sacrifice.

027

And he knew where to find them.

 

 

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