Zoltan027

There were only a few signs at first: Rumors on the streets, sidelong glances and knowing looks, specific questions and awkward conversations. Then it became more obvious: Outright accusations, those close to me getting ready, news from (un)verified sources. The explosion came long after: It shook the ground as ire spewed from our mouths, sending people nearby running for cover. Smoke billowed out from our ears and noses. Words, like flaming comets raining to the ground, littered down and burned both of us. We hissed and seethed like bubbling water, burning anyone that was unfortunate enough to be close to us. The radioactivity alone was