In a sense, Brent had doomed the world himself. Heaven on Earth he had called it — the drug, not the disease it had caused. Someone had released it into the water supply.
Wracked with guilt, he looked out on a city gone mad. Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger.
This is from yet another Justin Deming prompt: Madness.
It's amazing, but for me, a fight for life would begin. No giving up for me.