The whale had died in the early hours of the morning, washed ashore somehow while the rest of its pod floated as close by as they could and called out to it. As the town council sat around trying to organise the removal, the pod continued to call.
They didn't move much from their almost-beached positions. It was like they thought the dead whale was just sleeping and they were yelling out for it to stop playing and wake up. We all thought it was heartbreakingly sad until the dead whale moved.
Slowly but surely its mouth began to open and it replied. Its innards were rancid and leaking from its open mouth and the gaping wounds in its sides where the seagulls had started eating it but it didn't even seem to notice - it just kept singing.
After three days of this constant back-and-forth between the pod and the corpse, it started to move. It looked like it was stuffed full of snakes but it managed to maneuver itself back into the sea and, trailing crimson viscera, it left with the pod.
Five years later and there isn't much of it left - there isn't much of the pod left. All of them are swimming corpses, leaving the water around them a mess of gore without so much as a single shark in sight to clean up after them.
Seems the rest of the ocean knew about the virus long before we did.
They didn't move much from their almost-beached positions. It was like they thought the dead whale was just sleeping and they were yelling out for it to stop playing and wake up. We all thought it was heartbreakingly sad until the dead whale moved.
Slowly but surely its mouth began to open and it replied. Its innards were rancid and leaking from its open mouth and the gaping wounds in its sides where the seagulls had started eating it but it didn't even seem to notice - it just kept singing.
After three days of this constant back-and-forth between the pod and the corpse, it started to move. It looked like it was stuffed full of snakes but it managed to maneuver itself back into the sea and, trailing crimson viscera, it left with the pod.
Five years later and there isn't much of it left - there isn't much of the pod left. All of them are swimming corpses, leaving the water around them a mess of gore without so much as a single shark in sight to clean up after them.
Seems the rest of the ocean knew about the virus long before we did.
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