PREPOCALYPSE

She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, confident, strong,stunning, and I didn’t think she’d notice me if I was the last man on earth.  Everyone in the office thinks she’s amazing, and I totally agree.  The problem is, every time I get up the courage to talk to her, something happens.  What is it with these stories of people’s eyes turning yellow?  Seems like every time I turn on the news there’s another report of an attack.  It’s nothing, right?  They say it’s people high on drugs, but it’s happening more and more…