"I can feel it. He is coming for me." Eli announced to the group as he dropped the glass after emptying it quickly. He flicked the glass around with his fingers and his eyes fixed on it.

After-work was the group's favorite spot to let go of the stress that hung tightly to folks of their age group and work frame. The powers they bore drifted them closer to what would eventually snuff out their very life. So sad. If they were going to die, it was best they did so together.

"Someone is always coming for you Eli, bearing grief doesn't seem to kill you well enough" Bayo replied with good cheer, dropping his back into his favorite chair. His perpetual cladding in black...