Riley Blankmanship's Coughing

Riley didn't recognize his mother. She was bloated and yellow like a piece of fruit, like a vegetable. And here were all these people, strangers, dying their antiseptic deaths alongside her as if it didn't matter whose mother she was. So RT Blankmanship, he's my protagonist, winds up bottoming out on a re-foaf of Tonga - and it wasn't even on the charts. Only cliches could blunt what he was feeling.