Griffin celebrated his birthday alone. He had just turned twenty. He could hardly wait to be old enough to legally drink. He looked up at the night sky enjoying the peace and quiet. He frowned when he saw that the moon was purple. "I think I drank too much." he said to himself. He headed home knowing tomorrow would be another day of torture.
When he woke the next morning the world felt different. He didntbknow why until he got dressed and went to report to his father for his list of daily chores. He didn't find his father in his office waiting for him like he did every morning. Griffin frowned and searched the house. Not be cause he was worried about his father. He hated his father. He search because he would pay the price if he didn't report in on time. Finally he found his old man dead. It was the happiest day of his life.
Liz worked late at the clinic. She didnt mind the night shift. In fact she enjoyed it. She loved the quiet as much as she liked the choas. She barely looked around as she made her way to her fathers office. It was 6am. Most people just starting their day. She was about to end hers. She thought nothing of the quiet empty halls. It wasnt until she reached her father's office that she realized something was wrong. Seriously wrong! Her father was dead at his desk. She had seen enough dead people that she didnt have to check. He had been a few hours. She rushed out if the office in search if someone anyone. All she found was one corpse after another.
