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Thomas had exited the bathroom once the sun began to set. He drew the blinds against the last reddish light, which still stung his eyes. The lights were still out, which didn’t surprise him. Whatever this weirdness was, it was something profound, something that wasn’t just going to go away.
The apartment door swung open and Brad stumbled into the little front room which was also the kitchen. His hands and clothes were stained red, and Thomas caught a strong whiff of blood, the scent almost overpowering, even from the other side of the room. His stomach clenched, half in nausea at the blood-splattered mess, half in sudden hunger.
“Brad? You okay?” The question was as much to distract himself as to find out how Brad was, though he looked white as a sheet.
Brad gave a shudder and
