Hear be the short stories i was telling you all about. Please let me know what you all think. BE HONEST!!!
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I am a weekend warrior. A member of the United States Army every weekend for the last two years. Or at least I was, until we went to war. A war on African Rabies. Some disease outta….well you guessed it. All we are supposed to do is become extra protection on the borders to stop any infected coming in, or so they say. They won’t even tell us what the symptoms of this disease are. I don’t know how we’re supposed to “PROTECT” when we don’t know what were supposed to be looking for. So now they got me a thousand miles from home, standing on a damn dust-covered road, with a gun, doing what just looks like to me is keeping Mexican immigrants from getting to a better life. I never really understood why they didn’t let ‘em in. but I guess that’s just me and my damned Virginia education. Anyway, I haven’t seen an ounce of action. We did see this kid. At least it looked like a kid. Some little girl, walking t’ward us. She looked like she had been through hell and back. Someone else in my group picked her up. As soon as he did she was out. She just died, right there in his arms. They took ‘em back to the med building. And we ain’t seen ‘em since. We think that the African Rabies is contagious by contact.
Tales from WWZ
