“Within a 600-mile radius of the dispersal point, marine life has ceased. No survivors detected. Bio-silence confirmed by multiple shadow monitoring stations.”
“…Bio-silence?” “Zero animal activity. All sonar readings flatlined. Dead zones are spreading.” I sat there, frozen. Something in my chest started to tighten—not panic, not yet.
But something close. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because your location is projected to be affected soon. You should leave.”
