A Story A Day. Story 148 of 365: Air.

The poison diffused, invisible, through the air conducts of the government offices. The building was full of people, it was mid-morning on a weekday, and both public workers and citizens were taking care of their affairs. The poison was odorless and only when random people started dropping unconscious on the floor, someone understood something was amiss. People ran to the doors but they were blocked from the outside, anyway it would have been too late, every breath they took was enough to cause irreversible damage and death, and each and every one of them needed to breath to live. It was cruel that something that was vital to live was what was killing them. In the end, as the terrorist said when they claimed the attack, all of them were just innocent victims of a bigger game.