The Bad Seeds

Scott and Kennath stumbled around the corner and lurched down the road.  Everyone stayed clear of them.  We always did.

They had Brain Rot.

Overall, our little community is pretty peaceful.  We all mostly keep to ourselves, go about our business.  We work together when we need to.  Help each other when we have to.  But overall, we keep to ourselves.

Except for the ones with Brain Rot.

When it comes to them, we all have each others’ backs.

They’re unpredictable.  And I guess that makes sense, since, well, their brains are rotting.

Most of us have rot somewhere you can see.  Them?  They look fine.  That’s the first sign of it, actually.  Everyone rots somewhere.  That’s just how it is.  It usually starts in the extremities, so people can see it.  So if you can’t see the rot, you can pretty well guess it’s in the brain.

Stay clear of those guys.  Trust me.

We have people like me…it’s in my left hand.  I can pretty well get by.  I’m lucky.

Arthur, it started in his eye.  For him, we know it will move to his tongue eventually, and for a Storyteller, that’s the worst.

For the ones where it starts in their brain?  There’s not much to be done except avoid or contain.  The rest of us, no matter where it rots, how much it hurts, how frustrating it is to not be able to do our normal things…At least we think straight.  We’re still us.