Fiction: Red Mist by Christian Barragan
Photo Source: Unsplash Gareth fidgeted on the couch as the crimson cloud knocked on the front door. He fiddled with his gas mask as he checked his surroundings, making sure he was in the right spot. The mask would have significantly obstructed his vision, since he’d have to remove his glasses. Everything came with a price. The gas was odorless, but he could tell some of it had already gotten in his system. The familiar plumes continued to seep from the ground around the house as Sienna...