The lights turned off one-by-one as they slowly succumbed and within a week the ship was a dark, silent mausoleum. As it drifted past riverside towns and cities a silence fell over them too as the fish feeding from scraps of decaying human flesh were caught and fed to the unknowingly damned.
A news report was made, assuming there was an aquatic flu and, rather than attributing the deaths to the ship's crew, they assumed that the crew were victims themselves and not the cause or source of several thousand deaths. The report fizzled out within a week, and a handful of days afterwards the ship finally reached the ocean.
The dying began en masse in a matter of hours after it started to sink a few miles from the coast, feeding the shoals as the shoals in turn fed the land which fed back into the cycle of death as worms and plants feasted on decomposing bodies, carrying the death into the heart of the country as humanity simmered down, down and further down into the cycle.
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