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Cordyceps: Year Six A van slowly drove down the main street of a small town, passing by long-dead trees and grass. A dozen pairs of milky blue eyes stared from windows. Small white spores hit the windshield and were wiped away, floating away on the breeze with thousands of their type, blanketing the town. The van took a few turns through the neighborhood and finally stopped in front of a squat white house. A pale couple stood waiting on the porch, their faces criss-crossed with bright blue veins. The van door opened, and a short figure in a bright red rubber coat stepped out. A gas mask covered her freckled face and restrained hair the color of her coat. SCordyceps: Year Six by ~Mogatrat
Cordyceps: Year Three Of all the things I love about my job, the silence is the best. Silence and solitude. Once the last power plants lost fuel and the last holdouts shot themselves, I've been alone and undisturbed in my every journey. That is, except for the zombies.Cordyceps: Year Three by ~Mogatrat
Some people call this area the Infected Zone. Tight-asses, that is. Some still call it America or Mexico - people stuck in the past. Some jokesters call it Bukkake Land. Most people in my line of work call it The Cord, though. Easy to remember, and ties in with the predominant scientific theory - that it was created by some mutation of cordyce
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