Last Days / Prologue / Eve

It was baffling, the lot of it.

Her legs jolted into a metal contraption undoubtedly fabricated during the glory days of the Third Reich, an unnervingly slick-talking medic rummaging around in her most private parts, and her utterly useless twat of a husband managing to once again showcase his unrivalled talent for stating the blatantly obvious.

“Push, dear. You can do it!”