“People of Saint-Alena, there has been an outbreak of an unknown virus. For the safety of everyone the village has been put under strict quarantine. We of ENCAGE are working hard on a cure. You will be expected to follow any orders that our agents bla da bla dee da.”
This was the message that was being broadcast all over the village this morning. It was in French and I wasn't fully awake so I'm paraphrasing. I had to translate it for Michael as well.
It just means our bus out of here won't be arriving any time soon. So we're trapped here for the time being. Which is a problem. We'd rather not be around for the Plague doctor's nonsense. We're gonna have to figure out how to get out of this pickle.
I'm not a fan of pickles, more of a cucumber girl.
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