Cabin Fever

Bill Renwind was content. Sure, the world was falling to pieces. The sickness was raging through the country. More than that, he was the leading supervisor. At an oil rig, for heaven’s sake. The market was completely ruined. So Bill really had no reason to be pleased.

Yet amidst the plunging oil prices, and the close-to-nought demand, the tankers had stopped coming out. At least that meant he’d have more time to figure out what to do about the bodies he’d stashed in the tanks.

He lit his cigarette, looking out to land. 

These people knew nothing about cabin fever.