Wings of Decomposition II: Other Cocoons

The first sign was not pain. Not fever. Not fear.It was a sound.flap… flap… flap…A sound that did not come from outside. It came from inside. Inside the head. Inside everyone.The protagonist discovered he was not alone. The thing that was born in another body, in another house, has now spread. People begin to see winged shadows behind themselves. The smell of decomposition is no longer private — i...