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The red abyss

It began like a normal day. Catching the train to work when it opened right in front of me: the red abyss of doom. I was thinking of what to have for dinner today since my fridge was as hollow as my bank account was empty, when my eyes fell upon a seriously sick woman. Bloodshot eyes with blueish circles underneath no makeup artist could create, oily hair covering her sweaty face down to her dry heavy breathing lips. Like in pain or sending a prayer up to some godish entity she leaned her head back against the window facing upwards. This offered me a perfect view into her nostrils and I noticed, that the right one was wide and I had a hard time breathing when I stared into it sinking deeper and deeper. There it was: The red abyss of doom which I knew now, I've been waiting to see my whole life. Her eyes rolled open and found rest in mine. And then she contorted herself and sprayed blood upon me with a nearly silent sneeze. No words of apology left her mouth as she knew there was no need for it. She simply smiled and I smiled back as the sun started to rise behind her revealing a sky as bloodshot and grey as dirt covered flesh. Her nose still dripping on her clothes dying it in the colour of the end she moved towards the exit of the still moving train. I rose from the seat and followed her through the closed door ready to saddle my horse. All there was left was to wait for the other two. I was euphoric for my everlasting hunger to soon be satisfied. I was made to feast on the ashes of this world along with my allies before the red abyss of doom would swallow us all.