I saw it happen. I watched it happen. The blood splatter through the long grass behind the farmhouse, scrawling death's signature. People stumbling around with their hands on their heads. Shouting. I just looked and stared. Silently.
Chapter one July 1, 2021 Phillipa Harris stood frozen in thought. She was alone in her lab, and the silence helped to calm her as she stared, trance-like at the device in front of her. The device had consumed the last five years of her life, and right now, she was a little scared, although she’d never admit it. She knew what she was planning was a risk, but it was now or never, and she was tired of waiting. Bored with it.
“Oh crap…” I say it out loud as the water hits the old bath tub and spits in every direction. “I hope there’s enough.”