WARNING: This writing contains talking about a corpse and disease. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ First chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1044284388/ It is intentional that the tourist's remains are called "the Body" with a capital B. It's just that important of a, shall we say...landmark.
This is part of a collab with @-_-LeoValdezlover-_-. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or at least, that's what they say. But how might one keep germs away? One unfortunate family resided close to the site of the accident that took the tourist's life, and they could smell the Body from their home. At first, they would walk out the door and be hit with the powerful odor as if colliding with a flying brick. However, in the days that followed, the stench seeped into the house, evening out the spreading of the smell. It ate up the clean air like a starving pack of wolves, sinking its teeth into every surface it could reach until nothing, even those who lived in the place, remained untouched. After a week, the human roadkill matched so well with the malodorous new theme of their home, it might as well have been a repulsive piece of outdoor furniture someone had flung into the street. Such exposure to a thing of that sort is simply not healthy. Soon after the car accident, a child from the House by the Body fell ill. The sickness could have passed for a common cold...if not for the fact that it added on some features that didn't quite fit into the the group of symptoms that needn't be worried over: severe headache, soreness all over, nausea, vomiting...and a stubborn refusal go away. Rest is among the common, basic treatments for illness, but it seemed that anything achieved by lack of activity was always less—and more than a little less—than what the opposing side achieved in any situation it came across. That is to say, the victim didn't wake up better than he had been when he went to sleep. One might also logically suggest drinking water. Throwing up like that does take away a significant amount of the stuff, and bags of water like humans need to have plenty of it to survive. But, to the others' dismay, the sufferer claimed in his increasingly garbled mumbles that he was too full to consume anything more than the thick, foul-smelling air around him. This group had better not eat any apples, lest the doctor walk past without paying a visit.
