Dec 11, 2016
Despite the warmth from Absolution’s fireplaces and its cosy interior, Noah felt absolutely bothered by the last of the radio’s broadcast. Disgusted, even. Everything he heard seemed to be a joke. All of it had to be mere speculation, the product of another flu season. The number of newer casualties must’ve been exaggerated. “That’s it. I’m totally convinced I’m living in an episode of Scooby-Doo. A disease with improbable symptoms and agency? Missing bodies? What...is voracitosis going to run around with a mask and complain about meddling kids, now?”
