It moves across the land in a motion that seems as though it is motionless. It blankets the ground and air and indeed all life and life givers. A strange and ominous wanderer seeking the dream and tickling the senses.
The stacks billowing the harsh and evil smoke into the very path of all humans as it burns the growing number of the dead. It gives life to the seeker now released from the depths of the world.
There is a different kind of life that carries this seeker across the fields and rivers. This life feeds off of the carcass of death. The gathering strength of the clouds on the horizon can only provide a glimpse of the coming storm.
Some may cower and hide, while others will fight with a nerve and conviction unknown to themselves. But the moving pox will seek all out and leave no one untouched by its mark.
Humanity has no idea what it will endure as such a great and deadly sickness begins to break down the walls of sanity and social safety to all corners of the world.