Death is not the enemy. Hell, it's not your friend either. How can anyone fight a war they are guaranteed to lose? Sure, battles against death are won every day, if you choose to look at it that way. But the victor will raise his bloody scythe in the end. Yet, who can embrace that cold companion who follows you day and night, waiting for a moment to stab you in the back. No, I have enough friends like that.
Death is something I've grown to accept, like dentists and TV commercials. They all serve a purpose, but damn them anyway. I've known my time would one day come. I'd hoped by appointment rather than blaring in my face just when the story was getting good. But even in my wildest imaginings, I never suspected I'd be crushed to death beneath a thousand tons of raw meat. Nope, I didn't see that one coming.
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Rawpocalypse
Science FictionEngineered beef seems a perfect solution to the world's growing hunger for protein. But a single mishap triggers a calamity of apocalyptic scale. A growing monster threatens to consume our planet.
