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That Smell

Nobody smelled it but me. I had half a mind not to say anything this time. I was angry that they had ‘commandeered’ my nose in their search in the first place.

You see, there were only certain people who could smell it. I happened to be one of the lucky ones. If you could call us lucky. Something in our brains wired, or rewired, itself to recognize the scent immediately. But we weren’t affected by the tranformation the infection brought about. No, we simply co- existed.

Unfortunately, that made us pawns. It was hard to disguise your disgust when the smell wafted in the breeze. It wasn’t pleasant, you see. Imagine rotten egg, putrid milk and seven day old skunk all mingled together in a heady perfume that filled a room.

The only way to escape it was to go outdoors. Which was why most of ‘us’ had taken to living in the wild, away from civilization. Which brings me back to standing in the middle of this room now. With these people who are all gawking at me as my eyes water.

“Well, who is it?”

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