There's something living in the reservoir, something that had dug its way out from deep beneath the ground and submerged itself in the heart of our town's water supply. Whatever it was polluting the water with was slowly turning people to stone.
It wasn't pleasant to witness but they made beautiful corpses, all glistening crystalised ruby in place of rotting flesh, no sickly-sweet scent of decay and not a single maggot in sight. When photos got out of the shining corpses, a disturbing new trend began to take shape.
At first it was displayed as accidental, as a "poor, clumsy old me and my horrible, terrible, inevitable death but see how richly my open flesh glistens brighter than any jewel could ever hope to". It wasn't subtle to begin with and now I have the misfortune to see half the town walking about looking half mauled, arms torn right down to the diamond-white bone.
People are dying faster than ever before but at least we're keeping hydrated.
We've not seen or heard anything from whatever's set up residence in the reservoir but at this point I think the town would riot if anyone dared to mention getting rid of it. Perhaps that's another effect of the polluted water - it's in our heads making us love how it's killing us so that we protect it.
God it's working well.
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