Your heart is pounding in your chest and soon a deep sense of dread spreads through your limbs.
All around me, a dread chill spread through the students as they imagined such a fate befalling them.
Union leaders particularly dread the spread of right-to-work laws, which prevail in 22 states, almost all in the South or West.
The sense of dread has spread to nonsporting realms as well, including the local news Web site SFist.com, which pronounced last week that "Everything in the World Is Ruined" after another crushing Giants loss.
Sure, this small patch of time didn't have any of that late-1990s optimism, but neither was it burdened by the gradual, creeping dread that spread through Western civilisation through the mid to late noughties.
Today, the dread is spreading even faster and farther than the virus.
Because they've joined us, CNN, the Dalai Lama, the Obamas, the Boston Globe and some random town in Germany in our fight against the dreaded, disease spreading hand shake.
Their militia, the dreaded Tontons Macoute, spread terror on a scale exceeding anything before, murdering as many as 60,000 people.
It was a fairly typical dread of middle-aged spread that first sent me running to the hills before breakfast.
This is pure Munro: the social anxiety, the fusing of insecurity and disdain, the heavy tug of ordinary life, the way dread can rise and spread until it erases everything lovely.
