VIRAL
Thompson, Peter Birkett Andy's eyes opened. He lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly, he got back to his feet. It seemed like no limbs were broken. The scent of candles mixed with the scent of blood into a strange cocktail. He looked around for something to use as a weapon. Whatever had shoved him down the stairs was not around, it probably hadn't expected him to survive the fall. The only thing to hand was a heavy old walking stick with an ornat...