Kerry Richardson

Welcome to Plaine Corail, Rodrigues, a quiet little place far out in the Indian Ocean. Its airport's long gone. Locals burned it down years ago. Some say it was for privacy; others say it was to stop people from leaving. Ocean swells roll in thick and black, spitting virus spores into your lungs. The weather changes its mind daily. Yesterday was autumn. Tomorrow might be summer, and plague. The dead live here too.
No one makes a fuss about it. You'll get used to them, if you stay long enough.Welcome to Carmen Mortis. You probably shouldn't have come.