The police taped off another street today with no explanation.
All the other streets that they'd closed were re-opened empty, all the homes for sale.
Nobody knows where the people go but we all know why they go.
It starts with a deep pressure behind the eyes, somewhere in the middle of the brain.
From there is moves to a deep ache all over.
And then they bloom.
You can tell that someone's starting to get it when they begin to stink of old meat.
Whatever they'll eventually call this disease we know that it rots you inside out.
Most of the time people don't even realise they've got it, sometimes not until they're dying.
By then of course the police would have closed the street until the sick died.
There's no cure just yet, no sign of it on the news either.
They're just leaving us and hoping that we'll be the start and end of it.
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