sadIt had taken six of the Valium pills John kept hidden at the back of the medicine cabinet, but Alexander Kellis was finally ready. He checked the knot on his rope one more time. It was good; it would hold. Maybe it wasn't elegant, but he didn't deserve elegant, did he? He destroyed the world. Children would curse his name for generations, assuming there were any generations yet to come. John was gone, forever. It was over.
"I'll see you soon, sweetheart," he whispered, and stepped off the edge of his desk. No one would find his body for weeks. If he reanimated, he starved without harming anyone. Alexander Kellis never harmed anyone.
Not on purpose.
***
Please return to your homes. Please remain calm. This is not a drill. If you have been infected, please contact authorities immediately. If you have not been infected, please remain calm. This is not a drill. Please return to your homes...
When will you Rise?
Deleted comment
May 28 2011, 07:41:07 UTC 6 years ago
I mean, again, I'm willing to forgive a man who's lost everything, especially a fictional one, but it's a pity he didn't go down fighting to make a cure.
I see it not, I think, as cowardice so much as breaking strain, if you're familiar with Kipling's "Hymn to Breaking Strain". Sometimes, there's just too much hitting a person all at once, though, and they just can't get up again. That's what happened here.