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Excerpt from the diary of an Unlikely Survivor Harviston End (Of biters and brakemen) We emerged, molelike and blinking into dawn's milky light. Fog blankets the ground making it impossible to see where the next attack is coming from. As much as I feel the pull to make myself known to this band of unlikely survivors, I decide to dog their steps and let them take the lead. Cynical? Definitely. They're now a lure for anything that's of a mind to eat us or take a bite out of us. We stumble over cables, barrels, pallets, and finally railroad tracks. The wind picks ...