Undead Astronauts

Arriving to work, we noticed the moon was full and bright. The feeling of a rousing night was imminent. The premonition held to be true. Every dimension of the workplace was bustling. We could only put our heads down, center our own chores, and do it. Winding through the stench of burnt flesh, cries of insanity, on top of the usual commotion, we only hoped for time to pass, for this night the ailing were relentless; not even a chance to sit. The dream of a quiet night, everyone staying home…tonight this dream has been drugged, penetrated with bullets, hit by a car, disseminated with bacteria, to be left for dead….we pray the dream will endure the night and give us hope for a quiet tomorrow.