Grew up among the Nihilists in East Oasis. My parents taught me to burn the world around me, to finish the job of the Great Cleansing.
You won’t see me,” he said. “But I can see you.” My eyes struggled against the darkness, straining to see the man behind the voice. I saw nothing. “We took your weapon,” the man said. I felt my pocket for the snapper coil. Nothing. Fear gripped me.
I’ve eaten fungus since I was a child. My sweat and blood are toxic. I don’t need a knife to kill you, I just need to dab you with one drop of my blood.