Ink

1) Intro

To be named P.O.V.

It had been 10 days since the first death. Now there were 192 people already dead, covered in the black ink, lying dead and decomposing in the "Zone". The screen on the billboard reloaded: 195. I looked down at the black spot on my arm. It started with a small dot, I thought it had been a freckle, but then I wondered how I could even get a freckle. The dust in the air stopped most of the sunlight from coming through; and any sunlight that did filter thought was dull. The only time there was a relief from the pollution, was after rain. The rain would clear the air of dust and let the sunshine and moonlight fill the streets. The last time it rained was over 100 years ago. I had heard stories of it.

     A beep shook me out of my trance, I looked up to see that the screen had once more reloaded: 210 people...dead.