The Rising: Selected Scenes From The End Of The World - Plot & Excerpts
The bright sun dominated the blue, mid-morning sky. A flock of birds wheeled overhead, surfing the breeze. Leigh wondered if they were still alive. On the couch, Penny asked, “What are you doing? They’ll see you.” “Beautiful day outside,” he said. “If it wasn’t for the smell.” The stench had gotten bad overnight, as more and more of Melbourne’s population joined the dead. Stinking, rotting corpses ran amok in the streets, leaking fluids and shedding unwanted body parts. The gutters were thick with offal. Between the smell and the screams, it was a wonder they’d slept at all. He stepped away from the window. Penny coughed, then moaned. “It’s the end of the world.” “Good day for it,” Leigh said with a smile, trying to make her laugh. She did, but the grin that crossed her face was a ghost of its former self. Her skin was gaunt and pale, her forehead coated with glistening sweat.
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