Death dealing horrors await you off the shores of New York

There is a spot near Montauk, NY, right by the New York Connecticut border where unspeakable horrors take place. There exists a lab of secret Nazi scientists working away on biological weapons and horrifying, death dealing monsters under the innocent guise of researching animal diseases. And they're kind of incompetent. It is called Plum Island, Island of Horrors. Or Plum Island for short. The Horrors part doesn't make it on the maps.

The Nazi scientists haven't worked their for decades either, but I'm sure some of the people there are a bit fascist. But oh, my pretties, they are incompetent. In 1978 foot and mouth disease escaped from their confines, contaminating local farms. They may have invented Lyme disease, and at the very least probably were studying it's early form, which they then promptly released, crossing the water to nearby Lyme, Connecticut in 1975. West Nile virus spread to the US in 1999 in the areas surrounding Plum Island. Weird creatures are also spotted in the region, including the Dover Demon, that wolf thing that tried to kill Atreyu, and this turtle faced death dealer that washed up onshore in Montauk before it could grow to gargantuan proportions and lay waste to New York.

In addition they keeps stores of polio, just about every animal-to-man transferable disease, and may have fucked with the space time continuum creating a parallel shadow universe. Bush, of course, wants to move this facility. with all the diseases and bio-mutants that keep escaping, inland.

What I'm saying to you is this New York and New England: you're already dead. You will be ravaged by West hoof and anthrax disease from a bite you received from some bird/cougar/buffalo creature that jumps out of the bushes at you. This will happen soon enough if the facility remains an island, but will definitely happen the week after the facility moves inland. Leave all your worldly possessions to These Bastards, care of Matthew.

Sean lives in New York and by all statistical probabilities will be the first bitten, or Patient Zero. I, as will the rest of the rust belt, will survive to create a better society in our post-mutant wasteland. But I'll need your money to do it. Ammo and flamethrowers (to burn the unfortunate plague mutants that escape the cordoned off dead zone) will not be cheap. Do your patriotic duty before you die horribly.