My secretary and I have been incarcerated in an Arctic gulag known as Inuvik in Canada’s Northwest Territories. We have been here for approximately six days or years; I cannot be sure since the sun does not set at this latitude.
Somewhere around Richardson Pass, the wheels of our car locked into a skid and we began to hydroplane across the mud. As we slowly drifted over to the wrong side of the road, I realised that we were going to die.
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Read more "Captain Dick Put A Severed Toe In My Drink"Eagle Plains, population 8. This is the place to be when they drop the bomb and the zombies crawl out of the ground. Everything necessary is here: generators, food, fuel, a helicopter, guns, ammo, fresh water and most importantly, a bar.
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