Zhang was sitting outside his Minka, watching the fireworks being set off for the annual celebration, a cold sigh escaping his lips. You were inside, working away on some medicines, since you were a pharmacist. Working around in the city was hard, it was a small little town, but so many people were getting sick. Zhang got up and headed inside. "I hate those fireworks." His voice raspy from the wine bottle in his hand. Yes, the whole bottle.