Day 630

It all began when an albino whale washed up on the beach during a storm that flooded half of Scotland. Poor thing wasn't found for days - nobody wanted to go out in the weather but eventually the stench reached nearby residents. Lacking the funds, means or time to crane the remains into the sea they just dumped sand onto it until it was buried enough that if it exploded it wouldn't damage anything else around it... hopefully.

Truth be told they should have done more to be rid of it. Whales have been washing up on a daily basis ever since. They seem to be gathering around the coast where that albino one died. I'm not sure if they're mourning it or if they're drawn to the shore by something. All attempts to ward them off have failed but what did they expect would happen? How are they even meant to shoo away humpbacks? The damn things are at least 40 tons.

At night when the winds blow the right way you can hear them all singing. Locals have been calling it "that poxy dirge" and all other annoyed expressions. They're all afraid of what it means, all these beachings and the ever-growing pod surrounding their shore.

When the sighting of the albino whale came again it was by a security guard coming home from his shift. Said it was in the sky, white as flour and solid as the ground he stood on. He reached out and touched it as it drifted overhead, brushing against the roofs of the nearby houses, breaking chimneys and antenna alike.

The damage was there to back it up leading from the beach where the whales waited, around the town in a great loop and ending up back at the shore.Sure enough later on footage came from mobile phones across the area where people had spotted or followed the albino whale as it moved further and further inland before heading back out. all the while the amount of whales that beached continued to grow to the point where their decaying corpses had begun to form piles along the shoreline.

They weren't following one whale though. There were too many sightings for it to be just that one albino whale that had started this whole drove of cetacean suicides. From police helicopters doing night patrols it was found that there were twenty six. The exact number that had died so far on that one beach. They were swarming the area and more were coming every night.

Always from the beach, over the town and back out to sea.

Back to the others who seemed to be waiting their turn.

All the while they continued to sing.