Floyd refused to believe.
Axel stored guns and water in the basement of his girlfriend’s apartment complex.
Jane wove a horse out of purple yarn and fled into the country.
Hannah profited off everyone’s fears.
Andre crushed his enemies, using the chaos as cover.
Chris planted flowers in memoriam.
Esther wandered into a supermarket and never found her way out.
The rabbits cheered.
The snakes slithered.
The stars continued to fall.
Floyd wasn’t the first to go.
—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Grand Hoohaa of The P.E.W.)