The final two sat still at the table. The air in the warehouse was warm for an early spring night, but the events they both witnessed made their bodies much colder. Without speaking, they both emptied their capsules into their glasses. The white powder began to scatter and sink before their spoons mixed it in.

“Are you ready?”

The four other bodies that lay around them were still fresh. One was hunched over on his chair, the other three were scattered across the room, having tried to escape from what was inevitable. A pool of puke was formed next to the table. The room smelled like death.

“Yeah. I’m ready”

They both grabbed the glasses, their hands steady and eyes focused. Raising their hands, they toasted each other a final time.

“Cheers, mate.”

“Cheers. And whichever one of gets there first has to buy the other a beer when we meet again.”

They both laughed a dry and nervous laugh.

They tipped their glasses and hoped for the best.