Write about something: innocuous.
My first training session at the gym went well this afternoon. I have another one on Friday, then I'm going solo for the first of my Saturday shifts.
I'd be a lot more concerned by that if I didn't have at least three people I can call if I have any questions or problems.
At the moment it's looking like I'll be in the gym on Saturdays from 9 to 5, along with a few Sunday shifts (maybe one or two a month). They're still figuring out when they'll want me in the bowling alley; hopefully that will be sorted out this week.
Until then, I've got a couple local orders to put together and quite a few rows of garlic needing to be mulched tomorrow.
In and of itself, the bite was harmless. The tiniest of pricks on a wrist, it didn't even draw blood. The insect that inflicted the damage was long gone before its victim realized what had happened. It could have ended there.
Perhaps it should have.
But the camel's back was breaking. It had been growing weaker for days beneath the weight of too many stresses, too little relief.
And so the bite led to a flash of anger. This was followed by a rash decision, then an immovable insistence that his orders be followed. To the letter. No loopholes, no excuses. Simply do as he decreed.
Which led to... well, this. And this radioactive wasteland is a long, long way from harmless.