I have never cried over death. Only my own pain. This may sound shelfish but it is true. Death has run through my family like swine flu; from one generation to the next leaving only one to live. It will only be a matter of time before the Johnsons are but meere memories of long forgotten friends or the nice old lady across the road. It is every man for himself and the last man standing will recieve what he is looking for and will leave alive... But who, what, why? Those questions are best left unanswered, and if you come round looking... well let's just say, Curiousity Kills the Cat.