The first danger of living on an island is that you think you're actually safe from the outside world. That somehow because you're dealing with something bigger and badder it means that you can't possibly be felled by something as small as a sickness. But something lurked in the Amazon and was brought to Deus in the most innocuous way possible -- Foxfire. Not that they could catch any disease that the residents of Amity could catch but that wasn't it.
Inside that giant walking poofball of doom had been something small enough to destroy an entire island from the inside: fleas. Fleas that only took one unclean individual in order to root and start the germination of an unseen virus inside of them. Somehow most of Deus had become the new millennium's Typhoid Marys carrying it out into the rest of the world while on leave, all the while unsuspecting. Oh sure a few people got sick but it didn't seem to be fatal. They had no idea of knowing what was going to happen next.
Everything fell. Governments, society, the whole world under a virus that had been so sneaky and insidious that by the time they'd caught it it was too late to be cured. Scientists fell at their stations trying to cure it and in fear of catching something they didn't know they already had, hunters fled the island in droves.
That was how Camille and Jasper had ended up living in the mountains of mainland Asia. They'd hopped the first portal that had looked promising into the most remote place they could imagine living. Now, weeks later, they were living on the edges of what had been civilization, trying to hold on.
Bundled up in more clothing than she'd ever worn in her life, lacking most of the color that had been characteristic of her pre-Fall style, bleak blue eyes looked out over the horizon. "Dunno if we oughta risk it, Batsy. Scavengers in cities are pretty bad."
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