Burlington. B-town. This is my home now. The dark alleyways are filled to the brim with vermin and filth. Stinking traffic rolls and screeches through the streets lined with the derelict homes and businesses of the weak, the depraved, the malodorous. Cats shit in the crippled gardens, fouling the overgrown bushes which branch over cracking sidewalks and crumbling concrete walls. Pigeons fly overhead, crows hunker in the gnarled trees. Death and rot fill the city like a black mist, hanging in the fouled air and rising with the howling wind to choke the stars from the sky. It is here, in the darkness, where I must make my stand. It is here I must fight, and here I will surely die. Burlington.
THE END
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