[It's his turn to smile, though there's a tired bitterness to it.]
Was the end for lotta folks.
[There's a flash of remembered fear, the sight of multiple large mushrooming clouds rising from the horizon of the city. Screams of people realizing what's going on.]
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Was the end for lotta folks.
[There's a flash of remembered fear, the sight of multiple large mushrooming clouds rising from the horizon of the city. Screams of people realizing what's going on.]
But some of us more like cockroaches than others.
[Hard to kill.]