Sage River Black

The Superior Inferior

Nora's eyes flew open and she began to violently cough. The scent of burning hair and flesh already filling her nostrils, her lungs fighting to cope with the inhalation of ash. Extermination of The Inferior was off to an early start today. She sat up and wiped bloody mucus from her mouth and grabbed a nearby glass of water. It was full of ash as well, but ashes to ashes, dust to dust; she needed a drink. This was life now, and her rations were running dry.