Soft rays bled through the top of the water to the bottom, gently illuminating her pale face. A plastic bag covers her neck. I give her a hug and the sweet release of death. Hello it's me again, the grim reaper. Humans are quite cruel aren't they, once fearful of the beasts and now killing them like hot knives through butter. It's as if god took back emotions instead of ending the world in 2012 like he said. How apathetic they act is most likely why there are so many that defy them. I found another body. It's a human, burned and cut all over while tied up and buried in a ditch. Flowers once tried to thrive there. Holy fuck what is this a horror movie scene?! I grab their hand and let them out again. Oh shit it's Mother Nature. No wonder Father Time called me.