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Near the wall there's the wooden shelf and - in the back of it - that old can with "MOSKITO-DEATH"-spray. You had no reason to use it for a long time. Yes, there WAS a time, when weather was right and even moskitos had a fair chance to suvive. Deep in your heart you are convinced, that it was the governments fault, that rain and coldness could have taken control over the country. With the absence of sun, the moskitos were gone, too.
However, you decide to take a closer look on how that fucking cloud will like the tase of some contaminated aerosol. While diving through the room, a little, ugly thought reaches the foreground of your mind -"Will that can still have enough pressure to work properly after all that years?" - but it's too late to stop. You estimate the distance and your physical power a little wrong and - as a logical consequence- you hit the shelf hard. The peaces of wood give up the resistance and break into peaces. For a moment you're confused - in this mess, where the hell is the can? Looking around nervously you recognize, that the cloud starts to move in your direction again...
Written by Chris
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