It’s a living dead plague, the details are vague, shit’s gone post-apocalyptic , the planet has kicked it, rolled it and flicked, like some sore scab. Human kebab freshly frozen. Only the few chosen economic elite remain . Winners of the game where the grand prize goes to the biggest lies and most planes in the skies. So,
as humanity dies,
the winners watch all
before their own slow crawl
back into hell
Glen Hunter 