People were running through the streets throughout the entire country, the purple gas killing thousands in one blow, and hundreds of millions due to the radiation.

  It weren't just people that were dying, nature too, wilting away, quickly. Russia was planning to make quick work of capturing America.

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  But people ran. Ran towards the only area in which no one has died yet, a small city in North Dakota, but when too many people came the borders were shut, and the people outside of them passed away.

  Inside of the city things were not much better, while no one was dying, nature was still sparce, and people were experiencing hallucinations, realistic ones. Of loved ones passing away. Of buildings exploding. Of the country's defeat. The line between reality and the hallucinations became blurred and eventually unrecognisable.

  For a small girl in a white room, nothing had changed, except the panic. Now there was panic.