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Some months after, folks decided to go away. Our town was deserted, lotsa people died after the blast, lotsa others were like, you know, monsters and such.
One guy, Cullen, he already had three legs. This due to the toxic accident of years before my mom made me born. But now? Now his third leg... well, geez in a bike! His third had grown, goshdarn!
Well... this is another story tho. Folks decided to go to Big City, I said, to see if in there there was other folks.
The road was a long one. So we set out early. Bomb or whatever, I'd say you one thing: dawns and sunsets were trippy-gorgeous, pals.