3 May 2012
He walked down the somewhat quiet sidewalk with a pounding in his head. His thoughts were fuzzy and he couldn't think strait, he didn't know it but death was pulling the cold hard collar around his neck. It had been a normal evening, but he couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. He stumbled, his vision became blurry. The man jarred, blacked out. His face hit the solid pavement and then death closed its grip upon him, and upon humanity itself.
My Contagion • Opuss № I