Somewhere in the world, as anthro's fight for control over the world, I till the soil of my farm that I worked to create in the forested area that was once beautiful Florida.
My name is Rick Stratos, one of the few humans that was found to be immune to the disease as it spread throughout the world. A young 35 year old caccassion with messy black hair, white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and leather steel-toe boots.
I moved out year just two years before the virus was unleashed upon the world, changing life across the globe forever.
Looking around, I take not of the many feilds of vegetables, fruits, and vines full of grapes that I put my heart and soul into growing over the years.
As I continued to work, I hear a rustle from the tree's along the front gates of my property.
Wiyh my farm toool in hand for deffence, I made my way to the front gate only to discover that just on the other side was a...
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