There has been an incident at the Texas Super Collider. Almost everyone in a 1,214 & half football fields sized radius has spontaneously died. So far, the only survivors have been mostly natural gingers.

I care less and less as time passes. I'm already died but existence continues even as I'm carried away in the husk of my friend's Soul slowly fading away, but the memory fading into me keeps going. Am I just a termite on a Soul ship slowly eating the thing keeping me afloat but that the least of my worries there are so many ships they just keep coming, falling down the cliff being embraced by the void. It does not see me despite this long voyage of the void, but I see it a monster of Devourment and Annihilation, for I am the Leviathan of this nightmare, because this ocean of dreams is nearing the surface of a new beginning