The Case of the Empty Island

As I write this, I don’t know if I’m about to die.

I’m infected with an as yet undiscovered spore of fungus, so far fatal to everyone who has come in contact with it. The victims are all dead, animated by fungal infections which drive them to drag uninfected people to the source of the growth.

There were good people on this island, none of whom deserved to die… and who are all now dead. And I confess, the fear that I may soon die myself supersedes the pity I would otherwise feel.

I may have condemned everyone alive on this island to death, but I did so in the hopes that our infection would not spread. May we all live with greater knowledge than we had.

The Case of the Empty Island

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