All Things Happen For A Purpose.

...you'd Think The Little Part About Them Supposedly Killing Us Would Be The Attention Getter.

Anybody Else Wanna Pee Their Pants And Cry For Mommy?

You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

Come On," Alec Said, Already Stomping Down The Ramp. "let's Find Us A Squirrel." He Swept The Weapon Back And Forth As He Walked, Looking For Any Interlopers. "or Better Yet, One Of The Crazies Who Might've Strayed Over Here. Too Bad These Things Have To Be Charged Or We Could Get Rid Of This Virus Problem In A Jiffy. Sweep These Old Neighborhoods Nice And Clean." Mark Joined Him On The Ground Below The Berg, Wary That Someone Might Be Watching From The Ruined Homes Surrounding Them Or From The Burnt Woods Beyond Those. "your Value Of Human Life Brings Tears To My Eyes," He Muttered.