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“Did anyone else survive?” “Only half got killed. They captured everyone else and tied them up. They untied me first, and...and...” He started sobbing again. “Go on.” “One of them took me to the edge of the camp. I managed to slip away from his grip and I ran. I ran all night.” “Rescue my daughter!” yelled Thoreau. “Please, go at once!” Minutes later we were on the road heading towards a place called The Labarge Project, a deserted oil well outside the ruins of the town of LaBarge. It was 40 miles from Kristiania and took us a good two hours over the broken terrain to near it. Two miles before reaching the site, we stopped. The land around us was mostly flat. In the distance, we could see a metal lattice tower rising above a forest of young pine trees. From there we walked our bikes as not to alert the rednecks with the sound of our engines.
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