It took forever to navigate the maze of corridors and parasites. Leo hurried out to the street, exhausted. He reeled as creatures darted from cars and swam out of walls.
„Cab! Over here!š
When the taxi pulled up, he collapsed into its backseat.
„You alright buddy?š
„2516 Elm Streetš he wheezed. „There‚s an extra ten bucks if you can get me there in less than ten minutes.š
Leo studied the torn fabric ceiling of the cab, considering his options. He couldn‚t shoot heroin because he‚d lose his family. But heroin seemed to be the only thing that blocked his second sight. Still, even if he blocked it, he could never really „unseeš the creatures again because he knew they were real.
He watched the play of buildings, vehicles, people, and predators speed by the window. A few issues became clear to him. He couldn‚t bring more pain to Sam, that‚s for sure. But he also couldn‚t live in a world where people were systematically devoured. Only one permanent solution, Leo resolved grimly.
Gather őround you filthy scavengers; dinner is almost served.
Leo walked into the house ignoring the ocean of monsters surrounding him. He needed to tidy up his affairs, make a will, write some letters∑ and figure out a way to kill himself. He favored being hit by lightning. It only hurt after you woke up.
But wait. Amy‚s backpack lay spilled on the kitchen floor. A stench like rotten eggs hung in the air. Something was wrong. Ohmygod AMY!
Leo raced down the hallway and threw open Amy‚s bedroom door. The room was a furnace. Amy was curled up on the bed, sweating, gasping, struggling to survive a monstrous feeding frenzy. Voracious predators gobbled and sucked thin chunks of pearl-white plasma from her tiny body. „Can‚t breathe∑š she mouthed, eyes big as saucers.