Mark

The huge red mark on the wall was the first warning she saw when arriving in the village. As she stepped past the first house, she saw the same red mycelium spreading from house to house. She drew her scarf against her mouth and nose, holding it in place with her hand. She had arrived too late. It had taken over the entire village.

The eerie silence had taken over every inch of the place. The life that had once been there haunted the yards, but now it was absent. She waited for a chil...