day 4
[It's another sunny day in Westport! Well, maybe. You can't actually tell, seeing as how the thick smog hanging over the town has blocked out any chance you had of seeing the sky. It's become even more difficult to breathe, although not quite impossible- just don't expect to go running any triathlons soon.
The men in hazmat suits haven't changed. They're still traveling in packs of 7-9, still brandishing weapons, and still intent on hunting you all down and killing you all. Nothing special today, folks.
Except, well, they're not quite alone in their pursuit anymore.
On every doorstep in Westport, a delivery of fresh, creamy, delicious milk has been made.
Don't drink it.]
The men in hazmat suits haven't changed. They're still traveling in packs of 7-9, still brandishing weapons, and still intent on hunting you all down and killing you all. Nothing special today, folks.
Except, well, they're not quite alone in their pursuit anymore.
On every doorstep in Westport, a delivery of fresh, creamy, delicious milk has been made.
Don't drink it.]