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The Hidden Fortress
Our journey started with a semi-tearful goodbye. I waved to Alex one last time through the rear windscreen of the BMW. We took off through the winding roads of Portofino, my heart sinking, wondering if we’d ever see each other again.
Signs of the FM Virus were everywhere. Crashed cars. An overturned bus. Shops with smashed windows. Discarded, bloody clothes. Smoke billowing out of a burning hotel. A little girl in foamer mode breaking across the path of the car.
But all in all, it was eerily quiet.
There just weren’t enough people around to fill out the place.
The motorways were much the same. Every car deserted, with doors left open. Some people dead from their injuries. A couple more lurching from car to car, looking for someone to bite.
But otherwise, the i
