He turned his head to look at the woman pursuing him. And look.
GK had looked too long at people waiting for death before, at the hospices his Mother would volunteer at. A few would have "The End" written across them.
What he was seeing right now, on the ... thing chasing after them, wasn't that at all. Even the usual golden letters were robbed of their luster as he watched the word "Oblivion" appear.
"...I think I'm going to be sick"
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