Note: Walk is intended for mature audiences only
“Well, it is flu season.” Anthony stated the obvious reason for the local high school closing down to the widespread illness of its students. “Didn’t they get their shots?” He was glad that Jake had switched with him, watching their northern border for any signs of Freedom’s Trident. Roughing it was only fun for so long.
“I’m telling you, it’s those shots that give you the flu.” Troy added.
Val shook her head. “The flu spreads in a pattern. This happened too quick, like everybody got infected at the same time. When I looked into the Shadow, I saw globby black chunks in the air.”
“Globby black chunks?” Anthony didn’t quite understand.
Val pursed her lips, reaching for a better description. Sometimes there was no direct correlation in the physical world to the things one saw in the Shadow. “Kind of like soot, but, you know, gooey.”
“Like black snot.” Anthony countered.
It was Val’s turn to be lost. “Come again.”
“When you work a long time in a dusty warehouse and you’re breathing it in all day, your snot turns an ugly color. You get a case of the black snots.” Anthony felt a little weird explaining it. Hadn’t everyone had a case of the black snots at some point in their life?
“Uh, yeah, black snots then were all over, in the air, gathering in the corners of rooms. Little versions ofEdge of Destiny were skittering around trying to clean up, but they seemed to be falling behind."
“It sounds like something we should look into from the Shadow.” Ken pulled up the trap door to the locus.