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PostApocalypto
Postapocalypto Dale rode his Yamaha quad as fast as he could navigate it, looking through the green glow of his night-vision goggles to see his way along the path. He had reached some odd terrain; not many trees, but a lot of small ditches that would easily bend a wheel or worse, an axle, if he pushed it too fast. He had to be careful, but he also had a long way to go with only a few more hours of darkness to conceal him. It was a cloudy cold evening and the moonlight was blocked by...