It was the second great ice age and according to every temperature reading across the global survivor's network, it was finally coming to an end. Every day it rose by a degree, white began to fade away and the frozen plant life deep below it saw their first glimpses of sunlight in almost eight hundred years.
For the first few weeks everything seemed fine, the preparations needed to switch all camps from underground thermo-bunkers to submersible house-pods were well underway. Nobody thought that there might be more than just frozen fungi revealed by the great thaw. Nobody thought about the countless living creatures who hadn't made it to the shelters in time.
As the ice fled, the first few thousand corpses began to float towards the surface, propelled by harsh currants and hurtling towards the gathering house-pods. From the distance it looked like the dead were coming to avenge themselves, remembering their deaths some eight hundred or so years ago and wanting to be amongst the living once more.
Removing all windows from the pods only did so much, after all they still had to sail through what was now being called The Bone Sea for all the rapidly decaying bodies that clogged almost every inch of the shallower waters. What little sea life that had clung onto their existence over the second great ice age now found itself suffocating in the ammonia-laced waters.
For the first few weeks everything seemed fine, the preparations needed to switch all camps from underground thermo-bunkers to submersible house-pods were well underway. Nobody thought that there might be more than just frozen fungi revealed by the great thaw. Nobody thought about the countless living creatures who hadn't made it to the shelters in time.
As the ice fled, the first few thousand corpses began to float towards the surface, propelled by harsh currants and hurtling towards the gathering house-pods. From the distance it looked like the dead were coming to avenge themselves, remembering their deaths some eight hundred or so years ago and wanting to be amongst the living once more.
Removing all windows from the pods only did so much, after all they still had to sail through what was now being called The Bone Sea for all the rapidly decaying bodies that clogged almost every inch of the shallower waters. What little sea life that had clung onto their existence over the second great ice age now found itself suffocating in the ammonia-laced waters.
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