The grey ground twisted and writhed as soon as the disinfectant hit it and the sticky pus-like sap hissed and burnt as the contamination was cured. It was sad to see a contamination quite as bad as this but such things were fast becoming the new norm since the burnings were halted over environmental concerns... as if the dirt turning to discoloured pulsing flesh was more acceptable than smoke.
In all fairness, the disinfectants worked almost as well only instead of making the ground utterly inhospitable to the contamination, it just staved off the worst of it. Disinfected areas became safer quicker than burnt ones and reduced a lot of property damage but the risk of the contamination passing onto more mammalian organisms tripled.
Something that nobody wanted to consider, of course. Grim possibilities are preferably kept as possibilities but if any of the researchers started showing up a little pallid and shaky, nothing was said nor were their sly biopsy results written down.
Whether the contagion was influencing them or they simply stopped caring about death, who can say.
But at the very end of it all they were guilty.
Guilty and dead as freshly burnt grass.
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