Outbreak CH2
Roy scratched the back of his head with the tip of his carving knife. Mike watched him in pensive silence. Vicky waited. "Well," Mike began. Both pairs of eyes fixated on him and he cleared his throat. "Well. I...
Outbreak CH4
The atmosphere was heavy that evening. It settled on their shoulders and rode them mercilessly. Their weariness displayed itself in their slack postures and dull eyes. Vicky had made her stance on the matter very clear. She said...