[ WP ] The air left my lungs

The clown colleges went down first. Then the party supply stores. Soon parades were akin to mass murder, and children dreaded their birthdays. 
 
 The balloons had become sentient. And they were no longer content to being blown up when it was convenient for us. They were n't being blown to inflation anymore; they were *sucking* themselves there. Sheer numbers made popping them nothing but a latex blanket of suffocation. All we could do is sit. And wait. 
 
 3 of us left. When they found the basements we found high ground. Then they found the helium. It's only a matter of time now. The power is out, no communication with civilization - hell, that's if there is a civilization left. Just a sharp squeak, the tingle of static electricity, and the air will leave my lungs.
