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The irony wasn't lost on them. They had crossed into the United States seeking a dream, only to find themselves clawing their way back toward Mexico for sanctuary. Behind them, the skyline of the nearest city glowed with an unnatural, flickering orange. The "New Founding Fathers" had lost control of their own monster; the Purge was no longer a holiday, it was the new national anthem.

She checked her shells. If the Purge was never going to end, then neither would their fight. ArД±nma Gecesi : Sonsuza Dek

The sun dipped below the horizon of the Texas scrubland, but for the first time in history, the sirens didn’t signal the end of the Purge. They signaled the end of the world as Adela knew it. The irony wasn't lost on them