More Rain in Balochistan and Tales of Destruction.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the rains stopped. The grey pall dissipated and sunlight once again shone down upon a devastated city. People emerged from their shelters, their eyes filled with trauma but also stories of survival; they told of encounters with disfigured corpses or fleeing packs of infected animals that seemed intent on massacring them all.

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