Winding through the bowels of the stadium, Yount stops at a door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, and opens it slowly. After peeking in quickly, he enters, pulling you in by your shirt. Slamming the door shut, he wedges a chair under the door handle. You are on hallowed ground, staring around in awe at the inside of the Brewers clubhouse. He spins you toward him and holds his finger against his lips, eyes darting around crazily. His voice is a whisper, “It’s the flu shots. It was in the flu shots.” “What are you talking abo…” He cuts you off, “Not a flu shot, something else. They drugged them. They seemed healthy at first, better than healthy…” his voice trails off as banging noises come from the door. “I don’t know how long it will hold… they became so strong… they…” his voice breaks off in a sob as his body seems to go slack, “... my teammates… my friends…” You grab his shoulders...
and slap him across the face. Go to Card #585
and give him a hug. Go to Card #583
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