“Ahaha, yeah, the doomsday preppers all fuckin’ died, mate.” “He’s not wrong,” Linh said. As he spoke, his one hand left the flight controls and moved about the cabin like a loose bird. “What is the saying? No man is an island. Before White Mask, you could be. An island, I mean. You could create this little…ecosystem for yourself. But you were still connected to the rest of the world, even if you didn’t want to admit it. Someone canned that food. Someone made those glass jars. That generator, those solar panels, that medicine you’re hoarding? People made them. And when people go away, when
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