Ink

The needle buzzed. The nightmare began.

Strapped to a gurney, Edsel watched in horror as they started to tattoo him bright red from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. No piece of skin would be left unmarked.

The Ink.

They were over-confident; he escaped. Only to be chased across the ravaged city as he tried to get home to Kathy before it was too late.

She was dead.

Kathy. Dear sweet Kathy. The only beautiful thing left in a world gone rogue after The Lethargy almost obliterated humanity. They'd taken her; taken everything away from him.

He would have his revenge.