One Last Smoke

The root of all evil? Humans, of course. A single obsession, a single thought seemed to have grasped Tony’s mind as he attempted to scrape the blood off his right thumb. Drip by drip, the red metallic fluid seemed to escape his body in a fashion disproportionate to the wound size. Screaming? Pointless. Noise is a two -way street; so far he had not managed to register a single sound, even when keeping his ear as close as possible to the ground. All those…