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                    The Winds of Change                    
                       -by HECU220-                        
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                    Ghosts of The Past                     
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Ghosts of The Past
The day that humanity's future came to an end on the planet Earth came about as a whisper. A small gust of wind that seemed harmless enough until the hurricane was unleashed and it was far too late.
Location: Unknown Area of Los Angeles
Time: 2:00am
Subject: George Foster
Status: Missing
The weather was perfect. At the moment as I stared up at the sky from the ruined street below and saw the gray clouds, felt the light drizzle on my face, and the cool air I felt at peace. But the moment passed and when I looked a little to the right I saw yet another patrol of pegasi flying through the air.
It was time to move again. I looked idly around the street and chose a boarded up diner as a good candidate to get some sleep in. Crossing the street was easy enough, but I took it slow and stayed in the shadows. I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks.