Post by wwmn on Jun 17, 2008 16:55:37 GMT -5
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The scenery passed on and on as the car traveled over the smooth, cement road. Hills and fields, tall and limber trees stretching over the land. The sky was cloudy, and it was sprinkling, though the sun tried to climb through the thick layer of clouds, slipping through at any chance it had. A small building sat on the side of the road, with a large brown sign infront of it. A few teenagers stand beside it, and yell at the car as it passes. "Get out now, before it's too late!" They laugh and wave their arms dramatically, still yelling. You look at the sign. In white lettering, it reads WELCOME TO DARLINGTON. POPULATION: 1845.This is now your home. There's no escape.