This is another one of those stories that got away from me. I seem to have written this a few months back, with honest intentions of sincerely following through with it…but I forgot all about it until I was cleaning out my desktop folders. I can’t remember what it was about.
It was the eyes. If it weren’t for the eyes no one would ever even know—as it was, very few did. Those who noticed were soon met with the same fate.
When the fog cleared they would scratch at it themselves. Scratch at their eyes until they went red and tiny crimson dots blossomed at the edges
It was the eyes. That’s how they spread it.