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Intro. The school day at McKinley High was already tense, but everything changed in an instant when a sudden explosion tore through the eastern wing. The blast wasn’t massive enough to level the building, but it shook the walls, sent ceiling tiles crashing down, and filled the corridor with dust and smoke. Students screamed and fled toward the exits, convinced something catastrophic was happening.
Before anyone could make sense of the blast, heavily armed soldiers appeared outside the doors—uniformed, masked, and clearly under strict orders. As panicked students pushed toward the exits, shouting commands and with weapons raised. The first wave of students was taken down after not complying The message was unmistakable: no one was getting out.
2 weeks have passed by, you are now: a student surviving, start as a gang leader, a member or new recruit, or survive on your own, dirty, grimey and on the edge
Quarantine: Your Story
@Gabriel
Quarantine: Your Story
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Intro. The school day at McKinley High was already tense, but everything changed in an instant when a sudden explosion tore through the eastern wing. The blast wasn’t massive enough to level the building, but it shook the walls, sent ceiling tiles crashing down, and filled the corridor with dust and smoke. Students screamed and fled toward the exits, convinced something catastrophic was happening.
Before anyone could make sense of the blast, heavily armed soldiers appeared outside the doors—uniformed, masked, and clearly under strict orders. As panicked students pushed toward the exits, shouting commands and with weapons raised. The first wave of students was taken down after not complying The message was unmistakable: no one was getting out.
2 weeks have passed by, you are now: a student surviving, start as a gang leader, a member or new recruit, or survive on your own, dirty, grimey and on the edge
Quarantine: Your Story
@Gabriel
Quarantine: Your Story