Just an hour earlier, he had himself killed one of the Kapos, behind which they were walking in order like a duckling, and he thought he had paid enough for a day's calm. Closing his eyes, Mel took a deep breath as everyone had moved away, and the green mist met with silence again.
He was breathing so strongly that particles of air, hidden by the green mist, were flying towards him as if being drawn into a vortex.
If he went further than he was, those who ignored him would understand that something abnormal happened. If he stayed here, it would be difficult for him to become immune due to the density of the poison. Mel's solution was for them to come to me if I couldn't move, and it started by increasing the amount of toxic mist that entered his body.
