Your body is a forest, your organs are animals, and your immune system is a pack of wolves. You slump over at work and the forest dies, killing all the animals and sending the wolves out into the real world. The real world is not ready for you.

The wolves got out at 7:02 AM EST, and by 7:07, they were already wreaking havoc. They moved silently and invisibly through the walls of a high-rise office building two city-blocks from my cubicle, and they made their way to the early morning meeting I would no longer be attending. My boss, a fat and squally little pig, who the wolves had seen abuse my forest, my home, for countless years. The big bad wolves each grew larger as they burst through the walls and ceiling of the meeting room, and fell, teeth first, upon the meeting attendees. The big bad wolves fell into the meeting room at exactly 7:07 AM EST.<br><br>My body thumped against my desk at 7:02. I felt it coming, and now I’m begging it to stop. My heart, a beautiful white deer, runs in circles, prancing and leaping with the most beautiful voice. She screams and screams as my forest dies. The light drizzle that had nourished her for so long ends abruptly. My blood, the river which carried her across the lake that was my stomach and into the tunnel that was my intestine where she was able to quench her thirst and give me life, began to evaporate. The lake that was my stomach was drying up. It had been a long and brutal drought, and my once luscious forest had long since become a barren wasteland.<br><br>The big bad wolves fell from the sky at 7:07 AM EST and slaughtered everybody at the meeting. After that, they left the city, traveling in four separate directions. Mr. Brown, the wolf closest to home when I died, was the first to reach civilization. He fell from the sky at 7:59 AM CST and massacred a group of schoolchildren waiting for their morning bus.<br><br>The next wolf to touch down and begin tearing gore from bone was Ms. Blue, who was the farthest from civilization when I died. She landed, and I felt a terrible pain, far from home at 10:46 AM PST and slaughtered a group of unsuspecting hikers.<br><br>The other two, red and green, fell at 8:46 AM EST, each only a few blocks from the other. One landed in the middle of a large group of people on their way to work, while the other fell expertly on top of a multi-car pileup that had occurred on a large intersection.<br><br>My forest is dead. The river is dry. The lake, tunnel, and deer are gone. All that’s left now is ashes and wolves.