By William Mangieri
Copyright 2012 by William Mangieri
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I should’ve called the place Father Mike’s. The believers are trying to get right with God, here at the end. Could’ve been a priest, but I didn’t like the secrecy of Confession; sinners are more honest when they’re drinking.
The rioting started right after the W.H.O. announcement, when those morons told everyone to remain calm, that the plague was most likely contained, but “here’s a list of seventy-three newly quarantined cities.” Who did they think they were fooling? You could see the blood pooling under the announcer’s eyes before he was done.
Whoever made this one knew his stuff; there’ll be no stopping it without him. It showed up in Boston yesterday; won’t be long before it’s here and we all drown in our own blood.