When Eliot's wife popped from the inside out, he was left speechless. When everyone else started to pop, he had a feeling it had something to do with him.
It could've happened to anyone. Eliot and his wife Peggy were like any other couple in love. Another pair in the crowd living simple, happy lives. Arm in arm as life carried on into the sunsets of tomorrow. Now it was a mess of red. Of blood, guts, and bones. Their love was still very much alive. Only it was now buried under a strange, developing pile of carnage.
Surrounded by lunatics, Eliot is dragged through a mystery of blood and madness. With no explanation in sight, he is forced into a voyage he wants nothing to do with. The authorities are scratching their heads. The news is trembling as the blood level rises. And a new religion is dressing in red. All Eliot wants to do is lay down and sleep. His dreams are where the real mystery lies.
