The world has changed. A virus swept across the globe, leaving in its wake a trail of destruction that few could have predicted. People were forced to adapt to a new way of life, one defined by isolation and fear. And yet, amidst all this uncertainty and chaos, there remained pockets of hope - small communities that banded together to weather the storm.
It was a warm summer evening, and the sun had just set over the horizon. The sky was painted with beautiful hues of orange, pink, and purple. I decided to take a walk along the beach to clear my head after a long day at work. As I walked along the shore, taking in the serene atmosphere, I noticed something shimmering in the moonlight not too far away from me.
It was the summer of 1985, and the small town of Millfield was buzzing with excitement for its annual fair. Everyone in town looked forward to it as a time to come together, have fun, and forget about their worries for a little while. But this year's fair was different - there were whispers of something strange happening on the outskirts of town.
The sun was setting over the vast African savannah, casting a warm glow over the landscape. As I peered through my binoculars, scanning the horizon for any signs of life, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was my first time on a real safari, and I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I had always been fascinated by wildlife and the untamed beauty of nature.
