Tammy Oruwariye
Stories (2/0)
In the end…
Somewhere in a remote town in Virginia “400…… million ……. 400 million people dead. I can’t believe it. It was just 1 week ago they were discussing about this unknown virus in tomatoes. TS-15 Hmmm.” Khalan was shaking his head as he was mumbling to himself. He wore a brown t-shirt that matched his caramel skin complexion. He stood about six feet tall but was crouching among some bushes across the street from the Global Virology Network building. It was the perfect opportunity to enter the building as the very last of the cleaning staff were about to leave. A Caucasian woman in her late 20s with dark brown hair walked out of the building and locked the building doors with a key. Khalan waited for a few minutes until she drove off in her red Toyota Corolla.
By Tammy Oruwariye2 years ago in Fiction
