Hi, listeners. I have a story I want to tell you.

There was this doctor over at St. Agri's who would kill his patients.

Oh yes, it was madness.

Aren't you afraid the light take might get you?

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

That adrenaline. I want more of it.

I snapped. Totally lost him.

He had no idea what was on those tapes.

It was like a song.

It was Ollie and the Outcast.

So gather around.

And listen.

Close.

Close. The My beaten down forward slid off the side of the road. A webwork of tree branches and great green fronds overtook the world.

Obscuring the sky, obscuring the ground, obscuring everything in a shade of slime green that made me sick.

Maybe that's why it felt like I was jammed in the middle of a

spinach smoothie, just waiting for unseen blades to chew my legs into a digestible sludge.

I parked the car directly behind Brock's vehicle, and even more beaten down wreckage of deflating

wheels and cracked windows and passenger doors held together with duct tape and loose screws.

Firefighting didn't exactly pay the bills. It only made the news.

I didn't get out yet.

Instead, my eyes were performing their own version of jumping jacks.

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