I sashayed through the double doors of the large building. It was hidden well among the mountains conifers. The air followed me in with the frames of the doors slowly closing behind me. I stepped graciously on the linoleum. It was dark in the main lobby. The branching hallways were all that were lit up and the florescent lights reflected off the floor. Making it look shiny. Like water was on it. I stood in the middle of the lobby and took a breath. I felt the eyes prying into me. I felt them wanting to dig at my skin. I let them however. I wasn't afraid of what was going to come for me. Their mouths dripped. Saliva shimmered in the dull light
The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when