The world was mourning. Nothing was never ever going to be the same. Everything had gone to the doldrums. East to West, North to South, fluids of human debris connected into one continuous flow towards the seas and oceans. The water levels rose in steady, fizzling foams as if protesting the addition of this obnoxiously noxious substance. The acquatic lifeforms were not spared as the virus thirsted for more flesh.
In England, the first importers of the virus, the death rate was averaging one million per a day. Parliament had cast doubts on the call from the anonymous source to partner in the mass production of the vaccine. The situation was even made worse with the disappearance and subsequent murder of the journalist possessed of the whereabouts of the said source. Ironically,most of the
