The Pisstown Chaos

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Victims of the Pisstown parasite were thought of as dead, but not enough to bury. Gray haggard, poorly dressed, they lay in gutters, sat rigidly on public benches, floated along canals and drank from rain-filled gutters. City Moon, the Pisstown paper, dubbed them "stinkers. "Had you walked through Hooker Park, where groups of them congregated you would have been wise to hold your breath as long as possible. In the end stage of the parasite's devastation, the body decomposed rapidly starting with the belly. By then internal organs had begun to dissolve. Had you been sitting next to a fourth-stage stinker, perhaps on a pedal bus, when the parasite finished its work, and you didn't move quickly enough, the poor creature might have spattered cadaverine all over your clothing. And the eye-watering odor would never have washed out, not afar a million launderings. Despite these sufferings, complete death for stinkers was long in coming, sometimes taking the better part of a lifetime.

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