KILLER HERDSMEN: MR. PRESIDENT, PLEASE TALK TO US
Gradually, but steadily, the storm begins to gather. The firmament becomes misty and cloudy. The ship begins to drift, moving to no particular direction. People no longer see beyond their nose. No one trusts the other. Anxiety begins to mount, Tension grips the land. Uncertainty envelopes the atmosphere. Everybody begins to...The Advocate