Boredom was the biggest silent danger of the apocalypse. In that silence, it was hard not to think and for some people, even thinking was dangerous. Their thoughts had deadly consequences.
Boredom was what caused Ceaser to grow fond of watching the view outside the statehouse. He sat in the command room day after day, watching the monitors.
His eyes were always sharp, waiting and searching for the mist. He counted the days when it did not pass by, hoping to establish a pattern of its movements. He counted the watchers, noting down anything strange about their behaviors.
But the mist was what he paid the most attention to. It was his obsession and each time it appeared he hoped that it would open like a flower and reveal the secrets it hid.
He had noticed that sometimes when the watchers arrived, the mist came along with them. It followed them like a water flowing down a mountain.
His note book was full of questions about the possible ties between the mist and the birds.
