A Misanthropist Phantom

Mel Gun was a creature that hated his condition. He hated all mankind due to a strange connection he acquired by accident.

His only goal in life was to exterminate human race for good.

He was a kind of phantom hated for all and every person that crossed in his way. Precisely because that connection with every single person in the world that he acquired one day when he realized the connection was there even before he noticed, but when he realized of this, he began to taste the meaning of living in a planet when everybody hated him.

Since that day he searched for a way to build a biological weapon able to be spread in the air and kill his enemies, not quickly, but slowly and painfully. He was a sick creature which had been ripped from all kind of morals. But his goal was there, the meaning of his life was there, and the search for this weapon was enough to keep him alive and not finish his life.

He looked for new chemicals in the most inhospitable forest, he spend years in his lab studying human blood too deepest that when he found a connection between blood and the spark of life he could not believe he had found a way to achieve his slaughter.

He builds a virus so harmful and deadly that he camouflages with the cold virus and prepared a final and private party.

The blood and the immune system of people would begin to decay in a painfully and slow manner; they would live at least a month of torture; they will pay all the hate the phantom had being bearing too many years.

The day he chose to spread his weapon and only friend; had to be a day when all mankind was about to celebrate the destruction of what they considered a vicious and terrible way of thinking, an old and pathetic philosophy, that according to people was corrupting the world; idea considered precious for him.

Now, the world was in his hands and he just ended it.

Nothing left... Only sand and rocks, and some empty buildings and a roach.