Some truths... are meant to be kept secret. That I, the Leader of the South, was patient Zero. That long before the end and experiments, you and I knew each other as kids. That using my tech, I watched you constantly for 10 years before succumbing to my virus... well. Like the Falling Sun, some things need to die. I creep up to your camp, the moon out as I set down berries for you. Then, you stir awake. My heart jumps as I resist the urge to pounce, my hands clammy and voice husky. Hel... lo.
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