Septicemia

Prologue

The train departed an hour late. A whole hour in which I spent mindlessly twiddling my thumbs and chewing my bottom lip raw. A whole hour internally debating with myself, should I stay? Should I let them fend for themselves and let the age old 'survival of the fittest' concept take place'? Was I being selfish saving myself and running away from my problems, again? Did I want to keep running? Did I have a choice anymore?

I sighed running my hand through my brown hair and slightly puling at the ends, the stress of it all was getting to me and the weight of the knowing how many people where about to lose their lives was starting to get to me. Thousands of people. Innocent people and children. Children, who laughed at everything and trusted so easily, whose world is so good and happy and safe. I took a deep breath as the train rolled into the station, this was it, the crossroads between taking the easy way out and living a guilt filled life in Canada or choosing to stay and exposing the nefarious plot to the world. As I sat on the bench watching as people got off and on the train I felt as if the world was suddenly put on mute and slow-motion, I could hear my heart beating in my ears as the sounds around me faded out. Do I stay?

A ripple of tinkling laughter broke my reviver and I turned to see a small girl in blonde pigtails laughing as she hugged her father. My stomach dropped as I watched their reunion, a reunion that in a month might not be possible, closing my eyes I stayed frozen on the bench letting my train depart without me, I had to stay, needed to stay. Looking at the little girl I knew I couldn't let her down, not after hearing her laughter, seeing her joy, I couldn't bear to live knowing my inaction could be the reason she isn't around anymore. Taking a deep breath to settle myself I pick up my worn leather suitcase and head back to my apartment, it was time to plan.