MTC422_ABuffZucchini_CriesInTheWind=Cries in the Wind
MTC422_ABuffZucchini=MTC4 Again

CriesInTheWindReady=There's a book, lying open on the table.
CriesInTheWindPoem=The people who lived in this house, stopped trying to leave a while ago. They opened doors to see the mass outside, and shut them without a thought, a reflex to live a moment longer without grief. When the time came, where a way out had fully been encroached on, was it not human nature to let it all end peacefully? To create shelter? The faces in front of her, if she saw them, looked like they cared.{n}{n}{n}{n}{n}I wonder what she really saw?