I can smell death from people; the stronger the smell, the closer their death.
One day I leave my home to visit town.
Almost immediately, I catch the smell. That cloying stink of impending mortality, only it is not from anyone; it is from everyone. Everyone around me as I pass them reeks of close and inescapable death. No one escapes.
Everyone’s calm. There’s no threat in the air. No one is afraid. No one knows. Wait for that scream.