It started innocently. One day, it started raining. A mild drizzle at first, a full-blown storm afterwards. It was explained with 'local depressions' and 'side effect of global warming'.
But when the rain kept falling and the sewers flooded, things began to change.
Roads no longer could be navigated, public transport came to a grinding halt, harvests failed and after a couple of months, food started to get scarce.
And still the rain poured down, flooding streets and sewers.
But then one day, it stopped. For the first time in months, humanity witnessed the rays of the sun again, beaming down on the devastation that the rain had caused.
For years, this cycle continued. Rain for a few months, normal weather for the rest of the year. Society adapted, overcame the weather. Until last year.
I still remember how the boy that delivered newspapers collapsed on the ground when the rain returned. His flesh bubbling, melting, his screams muffled when the water reached his throat.
The government issued warnings, urging people to stay inside at all times. Men in HazMat suits started delivering food from door to door.
People boarded up their houses against the rising water, whilst scientists tried to discover why the rain kept falling.
“So you're telling me this time it's not rain?”
Ash nodded. “I'm afraid so, Mr. Supervisor.”
“For years, we shaped the earth. Used its resources, molded it to fit our needs. Now it's fighting back.”
Ash swallowed. “These are antibodies. And we are the plague they're fighting.”