Marin’s Dale by Evan Bollinger
Another quiet night in the placid city of Marin's Dale...
The trees are still, the air is cool; the Colorado residents sleep in peace. And then it comes. When the crimson flash hits, few even notice. That is, until the next morning. That is, until black fluid begins leaking from nostrils, and corpses clog the sewers, and people, in the streets and everywhere, begin to fall apart. Literally.
The human mind is succumbing. Something summons from the evergreen mountains. Something that goes simply by the name of "Father."
And that something has a plan.
If only it were extermination...
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