Four years on, we’re no closer to the dream dull life. We just hope the ferocious alien terminators will leave our planet soon and leave it inhabitable…
Don’t hate the workers, they’re just building what was deemed fit for construction through rounds of planning, design and review. Hate the town planners and the approvers.
I guess they kind of imagined Death in some form imminently arriving after all that talk, and in that moment the monsters became the lesser of two terrors.
Mom u-turns because it rained (she hated camping in the first place)?
Or which part did you not understand.