5 : Hell Is Other People Today

Elias froze. This was it. Salvation. He stumbled toward the plexiglass window, clutching his paperwork like a holy relic.

He looked at the exit. He could leave. He could walk out into the fresh air, forget the registration, and live as an outlaw. But as he stood up, the egg-sandwich man sneezed, a fine mist settling over the back of Elias’s neck. 5 : Hell Is Other People

"Next! B-zero-zero-three!" a voice crackled over a blown-out speaker. Elias froze