Watching the flurries of white whip through the streets, Jenna pretended it was winter, but the warmth from the window was too real.
She thought back to the first time she saw the white splotch on a co-worker.
“I don’t know. It itches.”
It wasn’t long before the bodies showed up around the city. In a few days they became human shaped sacks that exploded into billions of spores when disturbed.
Jenna had joined the immune few to keep essential services running.
She reached to scratch her arm and froze. Half of her arm was white.
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