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never give up on the meaning of my story when after a terrible storm we went with my son to the city for food.all was quiet though the store worked on the generator.but poto ran an elderly man with blood from his nose and shouted, " close all the doors!" behind him, there was a fog hiding from the human eye that ahead.we listened to him.everyone was scared.one of women recently arrived in our city told: - I need home!- no miss it's very dangerous-how can you not understand I need to go home !I have children, I left the older sister to watch brother and she is only 6 years old after these words she went into the fog. we with several of my friends to go check the generator, but in order to restart you need to open the door,but we opened the door but some supelco grabbed one of us.a lot of people didn't believe us.we decided to leave.but the way napolovinu not have enough fuel.we've seen many out there die a painful death.we had a gun and only 4 rounds, but there were five of us.4 shots fired.I got out of the car, I called and screamed the monster.but left the fog only military who have almost all saved.