The Z Trackers are coming. Slowly up through a crack, a train, a rent, or any imperfection. They are looking for someting, smelling for something, something that's like biting on tin foil. What it is we don't know. We do know that the Z Trackers are not going to be stopped by guns or knives. Smart researchers are already memorizing classical musical backwards in case they come early.
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