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'The Big One. World War Three. Only they didn't nuke us, they hit us with some kind of biological shit.' |
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That had already occurred to John. He supposed it must've occurred to everyone. |
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'Let's get out of here before we freeze up,' he said. |
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He waited for Steve. The two walked side by side toward the freezer door. |
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'So what do you think?' Steve asked as they stepped into the warmth of the kitchen. |
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'I don't know what's going on, but I don't think it's Doomsday. I sure hope not.' |
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Steve let out a nervous laugh. 'You and me both.' |
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'For godsake, don't bring up anything like that in front of the women. They're spooked enough as it is.' |
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They stepped aside as two men approached with the body of Chester Benton, and John wished he'd been quicker to take out the camera woman. Maybe it wouldn't have helped, anyway. For all he knew, the first blow might've been the fatal one that rammed a shard of skull into the poor guy's brain. |
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'If it's not the Big One,' Steve said, 'what do you think it might be?' |
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'We're not supposed to be developing chemical weapons.' |
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'What we're supposed to be doing and what we are doing ain't necessarily the same thing. You know? Maybe the honchos decided to test out their new secret weapon on the citizens of Bixby.' |
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'Or maybe something just went wrong. Maybe that |
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