Aaron hit the ground with a thud. He quietly squirmed, but that was it. No wounded marks or holes in him. He was completely safe from the shearing glass.
Aaron slowly teetered himself to leg level and then zoomed back into focus. Not even a couple yards away he could see a hospital building across the street. He was saved.
He slowly limped towards his destination, but then stopped. He swerved his head back at the crashed car and whispered something he was sure not to forget.
"Goodbye Jacob."
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Mutant
Science FictionWhat happens when everyone you knew that was eighteen years or older just...dies? And it's with no warning, No remorse, No escape, Just a disease.
