The planet tried to kill me in the first eleven seconds. He's the reason I'm still breathing.

He carried the pandemic in his blood. I carried the cure in my head. Neither of us expected the walk south.

The house feeds on love. We should leave. No one moves toward the door.

I can see every version of my life. Then I met a man who exists in only one.

They worship the flowers eating them alive. I have proof. It's growing in me too.

She checked into a bunker to fix her body. Now Floor 7 is climbing toward her.

He's not human. His money has no source. My food has never been better.

They sent us to film a renovation. We found the patients. Still breathing. Still—

My world ends at the tide line. His world begins there. We meet in the space between.

Every time you have sex, you lose a sense. He's lost three. I've lost one. And I want him anyway.